my love

I'm home! Can you imagine being greeted by this face at the airport? Can you imagine being away from this face for nearly two weeks? It's so difficult leaving Chicago for me, but I get to come home to this, and for that I am eternally grateful.

He stacked up my daily newspapers on the dining room table while I was gone, and he counted them, and he told me that each day as he laid the new paper down it made him sad... "10, 11, 12..."

Home is where my David is. xo