Favorite parts of the day

I transcribed this from a voice memo I made on my phone on January 5.  I thought about attaching the audio file, but when I hear my recorded voice I kinda want to yell and run the other direction, so I thought I’d stick with the written word.

Favorite moment of the day part 1.

I’m standing in front of Andrew’s school, looking off, when suddenly he runs at me and before I know it, his five-year-old arms are wrapped around my waist.  I look down, and his snowsuit covered head is pressed tight against my tummy.  So I put both hands on either side of his cheeks and tilt his head back so I can see him.

His eyes are sparkling and glinting, and he has a cute smile spreading between my hands.  I bend down and kiss his forehead.  I don’t think that much could be sweeter.

Favorite moment of the day part 2.

I come-to in the darkness of my bedroom, warm in my flannel sheets; and I feel pressed against my back a tiny body, her arm, reaching over my shoulder.  She’s awake, and she can tell I’m waking up too.  She snuggles her head into the back of my neck.

I take a few breaths, enjoying being together.  Then I roll over and hug her.  Her little two-year-old body can fit just inside my arms.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” I say. “I’m so happy to see you.”

She says, “Mommy, you’re my best friend in the whole world.”

Hard to imagine a nicer way to wake up.