It starts with the opportunity to slide out of work a bit early.
The Single Windsor knot is loosened and the sleeves are rolled up.
Beep, Beep goes the Toyota's key less entry and vroom, vroom when the accelerator is depressed.
An anxious but cautious foot helps get to home base.
As I bounce up my three steps, the feeling of knowing that I am about to completely surprise my family makes my heart warm, my eyes wide and my grin unmistakable.
The lock turns, the door opens and I hear the sound of love and laughter echoing throughout the foyer, down the hall and in to the living room.
I drop to my knees and begin to crawl to the source.
My tie is dragging across the hardwood and as uncomfortable as it was, it was equally fulfilling, (Sir Isaac is so right.)
Mama somehow detects my stealth like movements and begins to ask Pierce "where's Dada?"
Pierce was standing next to the couch and knew something was up.
As I crawled down the hall, I could see his size 12 (mos) Robeez, hastily walking alongside the couch, in an effort to peak his head around the corner to see if indeed Daddy was home?
I lye on my back at the end of the couch, waiting for his three tooth grin.
The moment arrives!
His mouth stretched as far as it can go in every direction making a perfect O, accompanied by a high pitched squeal.
With one hand bracing himself against the couch, he cautiously squats down and grabs my nose (can't blame him, it's the biggest target.)
I scoop him up and squeal just as loud.
I sit him on my chest, he smiles.
I kiss him all over and he giggles (I've described his giggle before, it's one of my most favoritist sounds.)
I give him two deep raspberries on his tummy and neck at which point he leans down with an open mouth and wet lips and gives me his kiss all while his arms wrap around my head.
Daddy's Home!
My experiences are new to me, the lessons learned are probably not new to you. Most of the time, I'm just working out in my head, what the Silver and Black Lining is.
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