Nap time was over. Matt got Brandon out of bed and the child immediately began running through the upstairs looking for me. I could hear the excitement in his voice as he called for me. I could hear the urgency in his footsteps as he sought me out.
I was downstairs. (No, not hiding.)
Matt steered Brandon in the right direction and when he turned the corner in the kitchen, he ran to me with a huge smile and arms outstretched. It was one of those sweet moments that make your day.
After snack, we went downstairs to watch “green” - also known as Mommy or Daddy playing Super Mario Galaxy 2.
Brandon, clearly still groggy from his nap, crawled up into my lap and curled up into a sweet snuggle. (Yeah, TWO of these moments within 30 minutes of each other.)
I just looked at him and snorted.
Then Matt spoke again, “And I’m the past.”
“Yeah, the distant past,” I replied. (There may have been another snort.)
At that point, Matt’s earnest face broke into a grin, “Yeah, well you’re not that far behind.”