coming home from a long day…
…nothing beats this for me.
i can actually hear owen screeching ‘papa! papa!’ before i touch the door handle. one day this will stop, and i will be very, very sad. kara tells him when i am home and he comes bolting for the door calling for me. today, when i opened the door, he waved his hands in some not-quite-developed-motor-skills sort of way that was terribly, terribly cute. his face lit up, he said ‘papa!’ one more time and then when i bent down to hug him, he ran off in the other direction like the little pain-in-the-ass that he is.
love you, little man.
