Dad is back from a week in Reno, Nevada at his company’s annual national convention. It was a long week for him and a long one for me and the kids. He missed his flight early this morning and didn’t get home until nearly six.
There were shouts,”Dad’s home!” and thundering hoofbeats through the house out to the garage to meet him and welcome him inside with all his luggage. When the kids were little they’d run squealing to meet him at the door when he came home for work. They still are excited, though granted, a little more “respectable” when they see him drive up to the house after a trip.
It does my heart good to see them hurry out and hug him. My big teen sons never hold back from expressing their love for their dad. Brenna squeals and won’t even let him get out of the car before she gets her hug. I loved my own daddy like that– still do. Good fathers are a decided and incomparable treasure.
Today, after going to pick up a granddaughter, he will take us for a Christmas outing to choose a tree and we will get to spend the evening listening to Christmas music and decorating our tree. Families are a wonderful creation!