I went to the hospital at 4 p.m. yesterday. Instead of getting home at my usual 2 a.m. and climbing into bed next to sleeping Son, I flew through the door at 7 a.m.. Son and Husband were busily zipping up their coats, ready to hit the road for school and work.
Home about 30 seconds, I saw that something was missing.
I picked Son up and plunked him on the kitchen counter and stuck the patch to his eye.
"Kiss," Son said. I reached up to the cabinet for the daily-after-eye-patch Hershey's reward and put it in his hand.
"No, kiss," he said, puckering his lips.
Duh. Soft, wet, four-year-old lips on mine.
"I really missed you today," he said.
"Me too," I said, swinging him to the floor and patting his bottom as he ran out the door to his father's waiting car.