I pull into the driveway and sit for a minute, engine idly quietly. The air conditioning blowing on my face does not feel very cool and I am reminded of another something added to my list of things to do. I sit for a minute, resting my head on the steering wheel and savoring the quiet and almost darkness of outside. After a few minutes, I take a deep breath and turn off the vehicle.
Walking in the door, I hit a wall of noise. Two dogs prance at my feet and I hear the rhythmic 'thump thump thump' of a dog's tail hitting a wooden chair in the dining room and the clicking of claws on the hard wood floor. The cat weaves in and out of the legs of the table and glares at the dogs, annoyed as usual by their very existence.
My husband is standing in the living room, holding our daughter. My son turns and sees me and immediately yells, "MAMA MAMA MAMA!" and runs to me, flinging his small arms around my legs and holding on tightly. In that same instant, the baby twists around and gives me that wide open smile that I know is just for me and leans for me to take her. I reach out and gather the baby in one arm while using my free hand to run my fingers through the blond curls of my son.
Another daughter is curled up in a blue chair doing her homework, tugging at the long braid hanging over her shoulder. Her eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration and I don't have to look at the book to know it is math. This makes me smile inside because she reminds me so much of myself at that age.
I try to not think of the one who is not with us and fail. My heart saddens for a moment. I'll text her later and tell her I love her.
My son looks up at me, still clinging to my legs. "Mama? Can we snuggle in the big bed now?"
"Baby, are you ready for bed already? Are you tired?"
I glance at my husband, who nods and shoots me his "I'm all done" look. “He’s been waiting for you to come home.”
I look at the clock and see that it’s only a few minutes past 7 and nearly an hour before bedtime.
My boy tugs at me. "I not a baby Mama. I'm a big boy."
"Yes sweetie. I know you are a very big boy but even when you are bigger than Daddy you will still be my baby man."
"I not a baby man Mama, I'm a big boy!"
"Yes honey, you are my big boy."
"Ok Mama. Can we go snuggle in the big bed now?"
I think about all of the things I planned to do when I got home. Then I looked at my beautiful boy's face.
"Yes honey. We can go snuggle in the big bed."
Heather of The Extraordinary Ordinary invited us to Just Write and link up to her blog every Tuesday. She said to just write freely, capturing a moment without forcing it or spending too much time in clarification. Please visit her for details. I love that she asked us to do this and it is so absolutely perfect that I discovered this right after attending Kate Hopper's session at the Minnesota Blogger Conference. Maybe tomorrow I will share my free writing from the weekend. Maybe. :)