After five days away, upon opening the door:
silence...
silence...
silence...
“DADDY!” Three flying-tackle hugs nearly knock me over.
For the rest of the night, the game was “who can hug Daddy the most.”
TG does those bear hugs that catchers give pitchers at the end of no-hitters. She's still small enough that she can get away with it. TB isn't quite old enough yet to be self-conscious about giving his Dad a big ol' hug after being away for several days. Even TW got in on the group, nearly getting bowled over by TB as he hopped with excitement.
There's something reassuring about that. After four flights in five days, there's something to be said for the scrum at the door.
