I could hear the car tires coming down the driveway and knew that in moments I would be reunited after three days apart from my daughter.
A big deal over here.
I’m not sure if you’ve heard but anxiety and I are close friends.
I could feel my goofy grin spread far across my face as I paced the floor waiting for her return; perhaps out of boredom but mostly out of anxiety.
Once she was home it didn’t take long for her to fill me in, get settled, and ran sack the house back to its old state.
Buckets were over turned, her bed was un-made, and clothes were ripped off of freshly dressed Barbies just for the sake of them being naked and free.
It was as though a time bomb had gone off.
And I was watching it all happen in slow motion.
She seemed to have grown up overnight, was stringing long sentences together, telling jokes, and singing the best songs.
Her tantrums were large.
And she protested eating meals like a boss.
But she was back.
And man did I miss her.