When Daddy comes home . . .

I love when my husband comes home as much as any wife does, I guess. My man who is always happy (and says it's because of me . . . but I'm not sure I always believe him because I know that I'm so far from the perfect wife . . .)

'Zekiel seems to like it too. Who wouldn't love having a daddy come home who gets down and plays with him? I know that some days at work are longer than others for Luke and he comes home to Bible studies to prepare for or whatever else . . . but it's always obvious that he would rather be with us than anywhere else.

Looks of adoration . . .

Daddy makes Mr. Blueberry eyes giggle

I love you, Handsome. You are the best . . .