Feeling wanted and loved has to be the best feeling in the world. Above satisfaction, above relief, above everything.
I went to pick up my bookcase from St Josephs today. When I got off the van and the children saw me (came just after the bell had rung), they practically jumped on me, gave me big hugs and told me how much they had missed me even though it had only been 2 days (not including the weekend). I stayed for the lunch time just to watch them all play indoors (it was raining), laugh and giggle.
When kids are being kids you only wish you were one again.