Do you ever have those days? When the thought of your husband busily getting the kids fed, dressed, combed and off to the babysitter while you’re at work is enough to make your eyes well up with tears? Or the image of your fuzzy-headed seven year-old begging to stay up and watch the 10 o’clock news gives you a friendly lump in your throat? Or your slow speaking two-year’s rendition of “To infinity and beyond!” makes your heart pitter-patter? When the thought of your mom, swinging on a swingset with your little ones, being the grandma every kid should have, makes the sun shine brighter? Or the idea of your family gathering tonight on the couch in front of a good movie practically makes your toes tingle?
I love those days.
