Inspired by Jules at Pancakes and French Fries, I've decided to do my own favorite moment. It's not specifically from this past week, but rather an amalgamate of several similar moments. Rho (formerly known as R) usually could care less about being left somewhere (like one of the Memas (pronounced Mee-ma, what my kids called their grandmas, or an aunties). In fact, neither kid really cares, and they don't usually make a fuss when we return to get them, unless it's been a good number of days.
So, it surprises me every day, picking him up from pre-school to hear shouts of "MOMMY!" and having him run to greet me with a huge hug as if he hasn't seen me in a month (though sometimes it's only been a couple of hours). No matter how my day has gone, and lately it seems more bad than good with being sick and hugely preggo, it always brightens up my afternoon, and it's my favorite moment of the day.