I swoop in behind her, my hands planted on her waist, and my lips brush her ear. “Want a ride?” She brightens almost immediately. I don’t wait for her to say yes. I crouch a little in front of her, and I lift her up on my back. She holds tight around my neck, and I keep my arms underneath her legs, willing to carry her as far as she needs to go—just like when we were kids. Some things never change.
THEY'RE SO CUTEE. MY CHILDREN.
