Yeah! After some days that seemed without end, Daddy came home, right on time as expected on Tuesday! And things in this house are so much better. And we all know it.
We realize that life is good (and now we have the t-shirts to prove it!).
Every night at dinner, we do a "day-in-review" process together where everyone is asked (and gets the chance to answer) two questions: What was the best part of your day? What was the worst part of your day? While Eric was gone, there weren't too many "best parts" instead we had lots of "I didn't like all the whining and crying." But when Eric came home and we were sitting around the table on Wednesday eating a plain old normal dinner, K had the best answer. In response to the best part of the day, she said "This, dinner with our whole family" and as to the worst part "There wasn't a worst part."
I think that says it all.