This morning I played hide and seek with Loren. It’s one of his go-to games lately. I tucked myself into the pantry, leaving the door slightly ajar. A little voice called out from the opposite end of the house, “Ready or not, here I come!” I heard his soft footsteps shuffling over the wood floors, and then I saw him. For a brief three or four seconds Loren came into view. I watched him from the half-inch crack of open pantry door, a look of pure excitement and glee on his face, an open mouth smile and wide eyes, chin slightly raised and jutting forward. Just thrilled to be there, playing a game together. Seeing him like that filled me with so much joy. It put a smile on my face, too.
My son used to run around looking for us in our hiding places calling, “Are you?” “Are you?” We still say that when one of us comes home at the end of the day, wondering where the other one is. “Are you?”
My son used to run around looking for us in our hiding places calling, “Are you?” “Are you?” We still say that when one of us comes home at the end of the day, wondering where the other one is. “Are you?”