The older children have trained Sammy well.
This morning when the kids ran to say “Bey” and hug Dad before work Sammy ran too.
Saying “Bey. Bey” pumping his little fist open and closed till he crammed his way between the other kids for a spot to press against Sam’s legs.
Then my 1-year-old gave little smacking kisses just to seal the deal for cutest farewell.
My window pane is smeared with love from that little truck watcher.
Watching your children love your husband has got to be one of Mom’s greatest pleasures.