Life's sweet moments

I do not get to pick my boys up from school very often. My husband drops the 2nd grader off at the door-he runs in without even a glance back. I usually drop off my pre-schooler and then my mom or mother in law gets to pick him up. It's an enviable job they have. There can be tears and frowns associated with the drop off, but the pick up-oh, the pick up! Yesterday I did get to pick him up because we had a social event afterward at a park. I got to his room, and the minute we made eye contact, his eyes lit up and he propelled out of his chair, ran the length of the room as fast as his little feet could carry him, and leaped into my arms. Then he wrapped his little arms around my neck and buried his sweet little face in my chest. It was the greatest moment! I wish it would have never ended.