09 October 2012
I love being there when he gets home ... I see that smile light up on his face as he sees me. I get that first hug and sometimes, even a kiss on the cheek.
Some days, I take him out to the Mustang so he can "drive," having to remember to reset all the lights, vents, radio, and mirrors.
Other days, he heads straight for the cupboard for food ... it is truly amazing how much food one little man can put away sometimes.
Then, there are times ... those truly rare days when all he wants is Papa time. I have to hold him, snuggle with him, and generally have him nearby no matter what I want to do.
I miss them ...