Returning to work after spending the whole summer with my kids is tough. But it's not so bad when this happens:
"Good morning, Mama," Luna says.
I drop my mascara right in the sink and drop myself right onto the bathroom floor so she can crawl into my lap.
"You look like a happy girl this morning," I say. And I smell her hair.
"That's because I had a funny dream."
"What did you dream about?"
She caresses my arm while she searches her sleepy mind. Then she tells me about a funny clown and unicorns and hot dogs.
"That does sound like a funny dream," I tell her.
"Do you want to make paper butterflies with me?" I taught her how to do this over the summer and she has made 6,338 paper butterflies so far.
"Oh, Mama has to go to work today."
"That's okay." Her caress turns into a pat, pat on my arm and she is up out of my lap.