I had to set my alarm for the first time in nine months.
I left my home in the cold cover of darkness to pick you up after five whole months of being apart.
I spent my whole entire day “getting your room ready” (since it had become where we “store” everything).
Our grocery bill is going to be quite a bit higher for the next three weeks.
We both had to quarantine to the best of our ability for the last bunch of days.
I had to fill my pantry with all your favorites and drove back out to the store because I forgot something.
There will be more dirty dishes and meals I haven’t made in months.
ALL of that just doesn’t matter. Seriously.
WHAT DOES MATTER IS ALL OF THIS:
I watched you embrace the dad you have had wrapped around your finger since you burst forth on the scene in that sterile hospital room.
I heard your particular footsteps scampering to the bathroom this morning.
I soaked in the smell of your perfume you’ve been wearing since you were 13.
You sat with me eating your favorite cereal and we just had time to talk face-to-face.
The puzzle board is back out with pieces scattered in very neatly arranged areas.
We are going to decorate the Christmas tree together.
I am hearing your laughter right now as you chat with your brother.
We went on a walk today in the freshly fallen snow.
You are here if I want to see your face, be in the same room with you, and hold your hand on the couch while we binge watch our favorite mom/daughter show.
WHAT REALLY MATTERS IS THAT YOU ARE HOME.
Best mom present ever.