We just returned from a week's family vacation. The kids have been off from school, and Hubby has been off from work, so, we've all been together 24/7.
I have afternoon clinic on Mondays, and we dilly-dallied away the early Monday morning.
Finally, reluctantly, I packed my lunch bag, kissed Hubby and the kids goodbye, and set off on foot for the train.
My three-and-a-half-year-old daughter called out to me from an upstairs window: "Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!"
I looked up from the driveway and yelled back, "Yes, honey?"
"Will you do me a favor, after work?" She says "favor" like "fay-vow" and "work" like "wowk".
"Of course, Honey! What is it you'd like?"
With adorable preschooler excitement, she stammered out, as loudly as she could: "Will you- will you- will you... I mean, after work, will you... please just come home?"
Oh, so, so adorable. So simple. I melted, I promised I would come home, directly home, and I kissed her on the head.
I kept remembering her sweet little three-year-old voice saying, begging, …will you please just come home?, and it kept me smiling all day long in clinic.