Reunited

Friday night. I walk into the house after a long day of meetings, flying and travel. Head pounding, body aching (I’ll realize on Saturday that I have the flu). I drop my bags at the door and head to your room.

I see you and your Dad sitting on the bed with a stack of books. Blond curls, mismatched pajamas, sparkling blue eyes and the smile. THE smile. The smile that makes me whole.

‘Mama!’ you giggle. I am now more than whole.

I change out of my work clothes, wash off the airplane funk. I lay down next to you. You nestle into me, your bare feet on top of mine.

“I've been missing you mama.”
“I’ve been missing you too.”