I pull into the garage, turn off the car, and sit for a brief moment taking multiple deep breaths before entering the house. I definitely don’t want to take this rough day into my loving home and I wish this nagging headache would just go the <insert expletive here> away. While entering the key into the door I can hear the dogs going crazy as their toenails tippy-tap on the floor. I can also hear Jackson jumping up and down. I open the door, the dogs are right at my feet making it nearly impossible to walk in. Jackson is jumping up and down, flapping his hands, then falling to the ground.
“NANA HOME, NANA HOME….eeeeeee….NANA HOME” Jackson says. “NANA HOME, NANA HOME….NNNEEEEE….” If I don’t respond soon, Jackson’s will get stuck in this pattern like a broken record.
“Yes Jackson, nana is home... are you ready for a hug?”
Jackson starts to stand up “NANA HOME, YES! HAPPY…” hands are flapping as he starts to jump up and down. This…this right here makes that long day at work seem like a thing of the distant past and it jolts me awake from my zombie like funk.
“Are you ready for a hug?” I ask once more. The jumping stops and his arms reach up for me. He’s ready. I quickly pick him up, I squeeze tightly as he puts his arms around my neck and lets go just as fast. “Kiss” I say. He quickly leans towards my face; I get one quick kiss in, and set him down fast. If I hold on too long, I get a head butt to the lip. I treasure these quick moments, they are the best part of my day. “Can Nana take the dogs out now?” I ask.
“Nnneeeee…YES!” Jackson responds with hands flapping rapidly just before he takes off sprinting towards the living room.