coming back

A friend stopped by tonight to bear firsthand witness to the ongoing projects. I do believe that a facebook status update of mine had her worried that I was going a bit stir crazy lately, so after sharing some pizza with us and heading to get some Rita's (YUM!!), she and I took a little field trip to my favorite place in town. Target, of course. This left lovely hubby to do the bedtime routine on his own, while I spent some time leisurely wandering the aisles, (unsuccessfully) looking for some accessories for our new green living room. Upon coming home, I was informed that the two older munchkins hadn't quite nodded off yet, so I could go up to say good night. When I snuggled with Red for a minute, this was the unforgettable exchange we had:

Red: How did you get here?

Me: Remember, I went out with L?

Red: But how did you get here?

Me: In her car.

Red: Ohhh... she dropped you by and then she leaved?

Me: Yup, she went to her own house.

Red (with the most serious tone that a two year old can muster): Oh, thank you Mommy for coming back! I really, really, really love you, Mommy.

So apparently, after a crazy week like this one has been, when Mommy goes with a friend to Target, there's the fear that I'll never come back. I don't know if that should sadden me to the core, or if I should feel extremely loved. Perhaps a little bit of both.

So not running away from this wonderful life,