slowly methodically walking backwards down the stairs–
leather breifcase over right shoulder filled with Mac Book and other work essentials–
right arm tightly wrapped around fuzzy-pajama clad Becca as she burrows her head into my shoulder–
pile of books in left arm Statue of Liberty style with napkin-stuffed tea cup precariously perched on top
Carefully leaning over to place Becca on the ground.
Blissfully jumping down and running off without a backward glance as if she had just stepped off an escalator on her way to an errand.