I have my neuro shelf this Friday. As I relearn the distinctions between the various kinds of hereditary ataxias (when one has a lack of coordination of voluntary movements), Brain and Behavior of med school year one feels like a very, very long way away.
I escaped for a few hours this afternoon to try to pound out some practice questions. When I returned I could hear Ari crying from outside the house. As I approached from the walkway, I heard Vovi say through the screen door, “Look! Mommy’s here!” And I bellowed back, “I’m coming, love!” And there was silence.
When I got to the door and saw her through the screen, she looked at me with her saucer eyes, and immediately the corners of her mouth turned upward, and she sighed happily. She rocked back and forth excitedly in my arms once I got a hold of her. She cupped my cheeks with her little hands.
I think she genuinely loves her time at daycare and with Vovi. I don’t think she misses me when I’m gone. But I love that she still remembers me when I come back.
anna in med school 
adorable.
Ohmygosh. It doesn’t get ANY better than that! Take a picture of that memory. Hold on to it. Tell Ari about it when she is older. This is a story you can even tell at her wedding without horribly embarrassing her.