Most days I pick my big kiddo up from a spot a short walk from his high school. Where I park I have a clear view of him walking toward my car. "Walking" might actually be too strong a word for what he's doing. The giddy in his step he used to have as a youngun' whenever he saw me after school has definitely got up and went. But, when he's about 20 feet from the car I start getting all squirrelly and excited and I'm just beaming ear to ear...I'm so excited to see him. He sees me, rolls his eyes, clearly sighs, and then the grin starts spreading across his face and he can no longer make eye contact with me as he gets in the car.
"Mom, why do you always do that to me?"
"Because I love you, kiddo!"
Then the hard rock station is found on the radio...loud...that's OK, I've just had one of my favorite moments of the day, and besides, I dig that song.