I took a moment yesterday to relish the sound of Mae's bare feet slapping against the maple floor in the hallway. I knew she was coming to find me, because she walks more loudly than anyone in the house, and I could tell she was in a hurry.
"Mom! Mom!" she shouted as she walked. It's like she's already a teenager.
It's not exactly the "pitter patter" of little feet--more like the "SMACK! SMACK!" of little feet. Whatever you want to call it, it's something I never want to forget--and that's why it ended up here.