Once we’ve received the call letting us know he’s on his way home we typically wait for him in the front yard or the living room.
She usually spots his truck first.
Then he’ll walk up on the porch.
She’ll hear the opening and closing of the mailbox.
And, then the jingling of his keys in the door.
And, finally … Dada’s home!
Hugs and kisses are shared by all and then she sits down to sort through the mail just brought in.
Then, we put on some music, talk about our days, drink a cold beer and make dinner.
Of course with Corey’s work and busy schedules not every night looks like this, but the ones that do we are thankful for.
I’m done with your camera. Pick me up and make me dinner!