A little voice called out from somewhere on the second floor. The door to the garage had barely closed behind me. I walked across the kitchen and started up the stairs. A little girl in pink pajamas met me halfway, on the landing.
"How did you know it was me?" I asked. "You couldn't see who it was coming into the house."
"I can hear your bracelets jangle," answered my daughter. Ah, I thought. Of course. I never leave the house without an armful of bracelets. I love the way they look, all stacked together. And I love the way they sound, clanking against each other. I gave my daughter a big hug.
"Thank you for coming to see me," I said. I kissed her on the cheek. "Even with my noisy bracelets."
"That's okay, Mommy," she said. "It's how I know you're you."
I love it when little girls greet me after a long day. It's how I know I'm me.