Daddy's Home!

When I was little, my sister and I used to wait anxiously at the end of the day for my dad to get home from work. As soon as we saw him walk in the door, we would take off running toward him yelling, "Daddy's home!"

Fast forward about 20 years.

It's a Wednesday afternoon and Austin has just woken up from his nap. While we sit on the couch watching a little tv, Savannah is wandering around looking for any small crumb of food we might have left behind during the day. (It's kind of annoying.) All of the sudden, you can hear the loud rumble of a certain blazer in the distance. Immediately, Austin and Savannah perk up because they know that at any moment Luke will walk in the door. Savannah takes her usual waiting position while Austin slides off the couch saying, "Dada, Dada." I look up and this is the sight I see:

One of the things I love most about being a mom is that every once in a while, Austin will do something that brings back memories from my own childhood. I'm looking forward to the day we can add another little person next to Austin and Savannah to wait for their Daddy to get home.