When Daddy Comes Home

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

My husband is a hard-working man. Between school and work and printing tote bags, he is rarely home. He goes to take out the garbage and, upon seeing him walk out the door, Georgia will happily wave "Bye-Bye Da."

But when he comes home for spontaneous lunch and dinner breaks, it's a reunion of grand proportions.

There's raspberries...

and nose picking...

and burst-my-heart moments between my two most favorite people.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who witnesses such love, but I'm sure glad I get to be a part of it.

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