Elliot is always so delighted to see me when I pick him up from preschool. It is such a treasure. He sees me outside, through the window in the door, as he is being led by a teacher or the rabbi towards me.
His face lights up. A huge smile with open mouth crosses his face.
He is truly, genuinely happy to see me.
This happens even if I am the one who dropped him off that morning.
I love it, and I know it will change.
