The little monkey arrived home late last night from a week-long vacation in Maui with her Dad.  It was hard letting her go, I won’t lie. Not that I thought her Dad couldn’t take care of her, because I knew he could. Not because I thought something might happen to her, because I do my best not to think in those terms.  But in her five years on Earth, this was both the longest time and farthest distance we’ve been apart. An ocean between us? Most days it was too much to think about, so I didn’t.

When she was leaving, her Dad came to pick her up and she didn’t want to go out the door, even though she had talked about nothing else for the few days prior.  I knew she would have a good time, and she did too, but she just kept hugging me as I kneeled on the floor, saying she would miss me. I tried not to make it worse, just telling her I would miss her too, but that she’d be back soon. When we had both had our fill of squeezes and smooches, she finally went with him.

Hardly a second had passed after the door closed behind her, and I collapsed in a heap, sobbing.  It didn’t last long, thanks in large part to the kindness and understanding of the Man….and thanks to the wonders of technology, I was able to see her every day via FaceTime… which brings me to my next subject, what the little person likes to call…the “butt show.”

It’s funny what kids find funny, agreed?  Boogers, farts, jokes that don’t make sense to anyone but them, word sounds, you name it.  Well, this week, the thing that the little monkey found funny, was mooning the Man and I through my iPhone.  Yep, five-year-old cute, little butt peeking out from under her Hello Kitty robe. I gotta say, it was pretty funny the first time…but as you can imagine, it did get old. What didn’t get old though, was the sound of her giggling as we told her to stop.

“Maya! We want to talk to you, not see your tush!” we pleaded.

Giggles. “And now it’s time for more….butt show!” Tush in the air, with a dramatic flair.  More hysterical giggles.

“Oh, monkey, enough, we want to hear about your day. Did you go swimming in the pool?”

More giggles.  More butt show.  No talk of pool time. At times she sounded delusional, though I suspect she was just tired from lots of time playing and jet lag.  I can only hope this does not continue when she gets to college. Either way, I’m so grateful to have the little girl laughter back home because it is, hands down, one of my favorite things to hear.

All photos courtesy of Maya’s Dad.