When daddy arrives home

after a hard days work, seeing the kids greet him is most enjoyable. One would never have to guess that this daddy is a very, very loved one. I get a giggle out of it every time, as it is the same view, different dialogue. "Daddy look at me, look at me this is what I did at ballet today." "Dad I need you to get this HUGE splinter out that I got at the park when I fell down, and Coral kicked me in the head." "Dada, Dada, Dada....", which abruptly stops as soon as her daddy gets room to pick her up. "Hey Jason, I am going to write an article for the American Girl magazine contest on holidays that take place between November and December." All of this is being said over and over, at the same time, as everyone is pulling and tugging for a little one on one with their main man. Okay, so the giggle is really a nice long quiet laugh at the love chaos that ensues at this mans arrival home, and a relief that the chaos is not gulping me alive. I must say he takes this in great stride and sits down to give them just what they are looking for, a few minutes of him. My what I could learn from this. Everyone walks away a little more full and the pictures still hung on the night he promised. xoxoxo