Top_Heavy's World

His heart raced as he knew the distance was shortening. He was closer with every breath. He arched against the great weight holding him down... unable to speak, he was forced to use inaudible sighs and guttural sounds. He had to be set free, he had to get there. Security, comfort and happiness were only a memory, but one that pulled him from the deepest parts of his being. He arched again as the restraints were pulled away. His eyes were wild, the unbridled passion for what he craved overwhelming him. His arms flailed about in his final attempt to be free. His cries rang out, like the gobble of a lone tom on a calm morn, alerting the world to his exact location. The tears burst forth in utter frustration, why doesn't anyone hear me? Why doesn't anyone understand the noises I am making? The tears ran down his cheeks, cascading like a waterfall, dripping off his chin. No one cares, no one understands.... Suddenly, as if by the grace of God himself, there is help. His cries were not in vain. His upreaching arms are stretching.... aching to get there sooner. His fingers pulse open, shut, open, shut, trying to grasp the prize that is so close.
My arms went out to him, I pulled him against my chest and he grasped me tightly, hands locking behind my neck. His face was laid against my shoulder. His breathing calmed and the sobs subsided. "It's Ok son, daddy's got you, daddy's got you"

To my wife it was only another day of coming home with the kids, a car seat that wouldn't unbuckle, crying baby, hungry older children... but to my little boy and I, it was a whole lot more. He was home!