She squinted through the sunlight around herself and saw they were almost back to their house. Her eyes scanned the place and back to the ground in front of her, momentarily, before she realized. She returned her gaze to the house, specifically, the porch. There he was. Her mind seemed unable to catch up to what she was seeing and yet her face was already broken into a smile, a laugh of disbelief escaping her. Her mother asked her something but she didn't–couldn't respond, as she started to run. It began slow, but as he became clearer in her view with his own smile she was faster, faster. He moved towards her as well, laughing, and she hurtled herself upon him, without having to think. And he caught her, of course, his arms holding her to him, her face buried in his shirt.
"Good to see you too," he murmured against the side of her head.