Nothing Better

There is nothing better then when I get home, to see my two kids at the window jumping up and down yelling "Daddy Daddy!" Then seeing them run to the front (or back) door and wait for me to come in. I have to pick them up and hold both of them for like a minute or two. Then they are done. It does me good to know that at a young age they at least like me, I know in years to come it will not be that welcoming. But for right now I am enjoying there enthusiasm as I come home. I love it.