I am late, it’s nothing new. There is a  pot- luck at work today.  As I leave the driveway, I realize I have forgotten my dish. If I go back my oldest might be late. Actually, he probably won’t but he will be so stressed that it will ruin “our” morning.  So I drive the 10 miles in the dark and rain to drop him off.  Rush to get gas, because of course I am on empty and hurry back home. 

I know my nine year old will be enjoying his morning with the sitter. She is more than a sitter, she is part of the family and he loves her, worries about her and remembers her favorite things. They are the lucky ones that enjoy an hour together four days a week. 

I open the side door and walk into the light. And there is the angel voice “Mom’s here!”.  A tall skinny ball of energy jumps into my arms and wraps his legs around my waist.  He is way too big for me to carry, I have less than 6 inches on him, but he is light as a feather.  I laugh out loud and tell him he grew last night, a favorite joke.  As my long legged monkey jumps to the floor I am rewarded with the smile that lights all the way to those blue eyes.

 I am late, it’s nothing new. But today, it is good.