I pick him up from day care or on the day's daddy is home with him, I run home to them both. I love to see him standing in the door way, just waiting to show me the "new thing" of the day, notice his tattoo...
I melt at the sound of his voice. I get lost in his eyes and I am hungry for his kisses.
It is the best part of my day.
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