Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Daddy's home!

Do you remember, as a little kid, how exciting it was when you realized it was time for Daddy to come home? I remember pulling a chair up to the front window to watch and wait for him to turn the corner and drive down our street. Then it was time to yell, "Daddy's home!" and run to jump on him at the front door. Ella can't talk yet, but she gets that same feeling already I think. When she hears Paul come in she freezes, concentrates and looks around until she sees him and then he gets a big smile. Last night there was also some celebratory banging of the little doggy picture in a box that Gramma sent.

Then there was some special daddy daughter time on the deck while I finished up dinner (and/or played with the camera).

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