Thump, Thump, Thump

As I was taking a shower this morning I could hear the recently familiar thump, thump, thump of Abigail walking back and forth down the hallway.

Thump, thump, thump toward the bedrooms, then thump, thump, thump back towards the kitchen.

I imagined her looking for me.

“Where’d he go?”

“Is Dad in here?”

“How about down here?”

In all likely-hood she was probably just moving laundry from one end of the hall to the other.

Then it happened.

“Knock, knock.” more like “Wham, wham!” against the door.

She was looking for me!

I quickly finished my shower, ran out and scooped her up.

– b