A-Da

As I write this Ben and I are waiting for J to come come from work. I know he is coming home for five o clock which leaves the minutes leading up to very long. We have a great little routine we follow every day depending on the day of the week it is but the hour between four and five is left unfilled while I try to find things to do to pass the time. Sometimes we dance, usually we read, soon we will go on walks outside. Always we wait. The sound of the garage door opening and the car door slamming perks up both our ears and J opens the door to a squeel of A-Daaaaaaaaa! from Ben. I try to contain my excitment so he doesn't think I am a geek...but inside I am running arms outstretched as well. J sets down all his stuff where I don't like it but knows he is instantly forgiven because he was so missed and all is right again in the world when our little family is together again at the end of the day.