My favorite part of the day

By the time I get off of work, I'm tired, hungry and/or stressed. I make the half-hour drive to Piper's day care, pull into the circle driveway, hoping not to get behind a driver who is chatting with everyone inside, jump out of my car and rush inside to see my sweet daughter. I walk into her classroom and get her attention and she screams "mama!" in her adorable little voice, and runs as fast as she can to hug me. I fight back tears everytime and all of the day's worries dissolve through one hug.