Mommy's triumphant homecoming

My kids, ages 4 and 1 1/2, are at an adorable stage where they come running out of the house, often somewhat naked, yelling, "Mommy!" whenever they see me arriving from work. Actually, the one-year-old says, "Bobby." He pronounces it like he has a cold. Today I made a brief stop at my house in the middle of my workday and had to devastate my baby by immediately leaving again. I felt bad, but it reminded me to be grateful for this stage; my kids are so overjoyed to see me. While my kids are so small, it's hard in some ways (like when I want to go to a public place without dealing with a run-away, a temper tantrum, or general disturbance of the peace) but so rewarding in others. I love my greeting party after work.