My girls were in Idaho last week. They had a blast visiting Big Daddy and Gran, playing with Uncle Scott, riding horses, enjoying the cooler weather and even adopting two kittens that will live with their grandparents (thank goodness).
It quickly went downhill from there. No one to rush home to after work or working out, eerie silence in the house, nothing good on TV, winds gusting to 45 mph on the golf course, boredom leading to wandering aimlessly in the world.
There have been times during the last twelve years that I have fantasized about being single. I think all married people have those thoughts every once in awhile. But those thoughts seemed silly last night as I rolled around on the dirty carpet of DFW airport after being tackled by my two daughters. I'm a blessed man. I don't know what I'd do without Stephanie and the girls...well okay, the winds not always going to blow 45 mph, so I do have some idea what I'd do, but I'd rather play golf with my wife anyway.
Welcome home girls, Dad missed you.