Tonight, as I thought FoH was just about asleep, his eyes flew wide open.

Choo Choo.

Choo Choo, Mama.

He squirmed and squiled his way out of my arms and ran to his door.

I shook my head and kept repeating, Night Night. But how can I compete with a choo choo?

I can’t.

So I did what I never do. And I gave in. We walked out on the porch. Listening to the sound of the train.

He laid his head on my shoulder and People. Everything? It felt instantly right. That yes, of course — this — right here and right now is exactly where I am meant to be.

And the realization that: there’s no where else I want to be.