Snapshot when there's no camera.

Monday--like all days lately--dawned a gray morning. It wasn't raining, though, and those two things together equal a running day. So I made sure everyone was squared away (CC had nursed; Caleb had eaten; Paul was situated at work), and I headed out. I was nearly to the corner when I heard a familiar voice at one of its louder volumes yelling, "MAMA!" I turned back to see my long, skinny boy in his footie pajamas (navy blue background with rockets of all colors and glow-in-the-dark stars) and falling-apart pull-on rain boots chasing me down with a single-word explanation: "HUG!"

Oh, little boys.