Waiting for Papa

My mother tells me that when I was a little fella, I would spend the late afternoon standing on the couch looking out the window for my father to come home.  When he did, I would quickly sit down and act like I was absorbed in a picture book.  But he was never fooled.  In he’d come and we’d wrestle.

Kids waiting for you to come home is one of the pleasures in life.  They are so eager.  Its mostly the younger ones, though the older ones sometimes rush over with news they’ve been busting to tell you. (more…)