So, they were on their own last week. Bob and Connor. The police weren't called. They handled a haircut and school picture day without me. The house was still standing. "Transformers" was in the DVD player with the volume on, like, a million decibels. They deny dining at Hooters, but I'm not sure I believe them. I think they had a good week. But they missed me. And I missed them.
When I got home Friday night at 11pm, Connor was up waiting for me. He was so excited to see me he could barely move. I walked in the front door and he froze on second floor foyer, grabbed the railing and just whispered "Mama. Mama. Mama." I dumped off my bags and climbed into his bed with him. He snuggled me and told me he missed me and grabbed my neck and planted a minute long kiss on my lips. He laid back on my arm and took a long, deep breath. I leaned over and kissed him back and told him how much I missed him and asked him why he missed me. He sat up, grabbed my cheeks, turned my face to his, and said "Because you are my angel".
Like this song, I know it won't be like this for long. Someday, some chick named Tiffani will be his angel. But I'll take it for now.
1 comment:
So cute. It's nice being missed isn't it?
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