I stood in the kitchen preparing my coffee for a day of travel. The sun hadn't even come up yet.
The house was quiet except for that old familiar clomp, clomp, clomp.
It'd been a while since we'd heard it since the biggest boy's feet had outgrown them.
I smiled to myself and then I saw you. Those old cowboy boots that your Aunt Kirsten bought Hayden so many Christmases ago. Clomping your feet and dragging that stuffed wooly mammoth you named Willy Dru beside you.
I'm a lucky lady, that's for sure.