I'm grateful for the moments we spend together after I get home from work. You, crawling around, having a little monkey nom, squealing with joy. Talking at the boob before the milk gets flowin. I miss our long days together, you and me, and knowing just what you need and just what your subtle cues mean. Dada rules that roost now... Mama is just the silent worker, makin the money for you and your awesome stay-at-home dad.
I love you.
