I knock on the glass door, the day and the heat press down on me.
Rose catches sight of me first. “My mommy is here! MY mommy is here!” I hear her voice ring out through the glass, part song part boast.
I watch as she begins stomping her feet to her song, twirling and moving her right arm as she crouches lower and lower to the ground. These are her latest moves.
I wait patiently for the door to be unlocked, for the hours to be pushed to the side, to embrace my girl.
The lock clicks and Rose is pulling the door open, sporting the cheesiest smile. Her arms are lifted and she’s still singing “my mommy is here!” almost like she can’t believe it.
I scoop her up, pulling her in close. Her arms and legs lock in as her head finds my shoulder. We hold each other tight, letting the day release, and time stands still.
She breaks the trance, lifting her head and gently taking my face between her chubby hands. “I go with you?” She asks, looking into my eyes-pleading. “I go in your car?”
“Yes. Of course,” I tell her as she throws her head back, satisfied, and we embrace again.
Day one after summer break done. “We can do this.”