As I walk in the door, I hear our nanny, Ashley, say "Who's home?"
Then I hear pitter-patter, pitter-patter, the pace quickens...pitter-patter, pitter-patter...a little face peeking around the corner and squeaking "mom-ma" as he hurls himself into my arms.
Then, those same little arms circling me and grabbing on tight - a little head planted in the crook of my neck. A soft coo...
I don't want to forget my little boy, the excitement he has when mommy & daddy come home, his unconditional love - or those big, big hugs from my little guy.