so happy to see daddy

At the end of a long day, it's hard to tell who's happier to see Chris come through the door - Daniel or me. Of course, Daniel's the obvious choice - after all, he's the one dancing around the living room in joy and clinging to Chris' side like a shadow. But I'm dancing on the inside, and it's a relief to have someone else handle the twenty five questions Daniel comes up with every minute. Plus, we get to tell dad about all the things we did while he was gone. "We cleaned up the yard, and went grocery shopping, and drew on the wall (outside - with chalk) and visited..." I know Chris just wants to eat his dinner in peace, but hey, qat least I cooked!
--Misty