For a moment, I gaze through the sliding glass door at him. He’s not looking at me. Something in the other room has captured his attention.
I slide the door open, and he turns his head toward the noise. It takes him but a second to realise who it is. And then it’s mass chaos as he propels his body forward in the baby walker, squealing as he hurdles himself toward me as fast as his little legs will carry him.
He crashes into me, narrowly missing my toes, and then, with a little bounce, he has hopped into my arms and is attacking me with open mouth kisses.
Daycare pick-up is the best part of my day.