After a week away on business, Nana and Grampy picked me up from the airport on Saturday afternoon. The Hubbs and The Princess were waiting for us back at their house, and I couldn't get there fast enough.
I was out of that car like a shot, careening up the stairs into the great room and singing out my girl's name. She was stimming on some blocks in the middle of the room, right next to her ten-month-old cousin, E.
At the sound of my voice, she stopped what she was doing.
Turned to look at me.
Smiled.
Said, "Momma."
Ran across the room and into my arms.
I honestly can't think of a better Christmas gift.
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