Daddies Are the Greatest

...at least that's how my son sees it. And honestly, how I remember feeling as a kid myself. No matter how many boxes of mac and cheese mommy makes, or how many times she changes the "worst diaper ever", or how many rounds of choo-choos she plays, OR how many times she has to watch Thomas the Train...the words heard most often in our house are, "Where's dad?" That is usually what I'm greeted with first thing in the morning and hear umpteen times throughout the day. This becomes increasingly difficult when daddy is gone for 4 or 5 days at a time. But today wasn't one of those days.

Today daddy came home. Today Clinton heard the door open which he responds to by looking at me with his surprised face. Then he hears the footsteps, the magic footsteps he has been longing for all week. The footsteps that bring nothing but sheer joy to my little boy as he knows he is about to see the ONE person he has dreamed about all week. The first footstep triggers an Olympic-like sprint out of this two year old that brings him to the laundry room door. As soon as I hear that door open I know Clinton has seen his dad because he either starts shrieking with joy or yelling, "DAD! DAD!".

Rodney doesn't have a chance to do anything. His suitcase gets dropped in the laundry room. His potty break, if needed, must wait. And the thought of changing into comfortable clothes is but a dream. It is imminent that he start playing RIGHT THAT SECOND! And as you can see, it is but a piece of heaven for one special little boy...






Loving my life (and GREATLY appreciating my mother),