somehow I accidently posted only a title last time I tried this!
When I was in high school I worked at a day care center. Around 5:30 all the parents would start coming in to get their little ones. I loved 5:30, not cause the kids were leaving, but because it was so sweet to watch them see their parents coming. Sweet little faces would light up as if the same event had not just happened the very day before. They would scream "mommy!!!" and drop whatever toy they had been fighting to retain possession of, run to their mom and jump in her arms.
I used to day dream about the day that my own sweet angel would come running to jump in my arms after a long day of separation from the center of their universe.
For 4 days in a row now....Squish has cried when I walked onto the playground to pick him up from preschool :)