da da.

Chris gets home late on Thursdays.

Carly and I have really long days.

Fun days.

But long days.

~

Today around 7:00 (a bit after he usually gets home), Carly laid back on my stomach, distractedly looked up at the ceiling, and out of the blue said, "da da."

She was missing him.

I was missing him.

~

We sure love our man.