Heart-Warming Moment

My favorite time of day is when Matt gets home from work, especially if Patrick isn't napping at the time. He has learned the sound of the door from the garage into our house opening, and he knows what that means. As soon as he hears that first click, he turns toward the laundry room where he knows Daddy will emerge from shortly, and wildly kicks his legs and flails his arms. He looks up at me usually to confirm that it is indeed Daddy coming home, and then he turns back to watch the exact moment Daddy makes his entrance.

I suspect this is the only time of day when he wishes he could crawl, or better yet, run. As it is, it's all he can do to wait patiently until Daddy can make his way to him and pick him up. I can't wait for the days when he is mobile because I want to see just how fast he can move when he's motivated enough.

That moment he is in Daddy's arms is pure bliss. He immediately throws his arms around Daddy's neck and snuggles as closely as possible. There is no greater exuberance than what he shows when hugging Daddy. After a minute, he'll pull back to look at Daddy's face and then hug him again. If he doesn't feel close enough to Daddy yet, he'll try climbing up him, with the idea that being higher means being closer to him. The best part is that he has a look of such contentment on his face the whole time. This is the moment he's been waiting for all day, and he couldn't be happier now that it's come.