Waiting

This is our favorite part of the day. We sit on the couch and we look out the window, waiting for Daddy to come home.

We watch all of the cars go by and we count every #16 bus, because we know that he is coming.

Some days we wait on the front steps for him, but today is rainy so we wait on the couch. For months I propped Oliver up on the seat back, but now he stands on his own.

And every time when we catch that first glimpse of Daddy, we squeal and do our own special little dance.

We see you, Daddy. Welcome home.