I make my daily calls to all the people that make my commute feel shorter. Luckily I get free minutes on my work phone. Thank goodness for Kate, Kathy, Aaron, Dave, Van, and Forrest. They make the commute seem like 10 minutes instead of 45 minutes or an hour. Sometimes they don't answer, and I end up contemplating how traffic comes to a dead stop in the left lane of a freeway. Ugh.
As I cross the bridge over to Washington, I make the call to my wife. I always save her until last because I like driving up to the house and saying "I'm here, I'll be right in!".
Then comes my favorite part. I pull into the driveway, grab my laptop, lock the truck, and head up to the door. No sooner does my key turn the lock than I hear my two boys shout "It's Daddy!!!", and a storm of footsteps heading for the front door. They both jump in my arms and hug me like I've been gones for weeks (which isn't far from the truth sometimes). Then I go in and give my cute little wife a huge hug and a kiss.
What a great way to start any evening.
I love my life.
1 comment:
I love love love this post. It paints a perfect picture of the happy homecoming.
Sometimes when I call Dave to see when he'll be home, he hems and haws and stalls, and that's when I know he's just trying to drag out the phone call because he's minutes from home and wants me to hear the garage open while we're on the phone. I don't know why that's fun, but it is.
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