Sam and I pick up John every day from camp and every time, Sam runs ahead and opens the door, shouting, “I’m here!” so that John’s teachers can all say, “Sam! Hello!”
But today I reached the door first and saw John’s beaming face as he jumped up and down. He obviously had been watching the door for some time.
“Hi!” he said, rushing me — a short, skinny linebacker with incredible strength.
“Hi!” I replied, gathering him up for a spin, both delighted and surprised to hear his voice. It was his voice along with the intense beam of his eyes and it took my breath away.
“Mommy’s car,” he said, pulling me to the door. “Open door? Let’s go.”