The Best Thing

Yesterday afternoon I drove this lil’ guy

and this lil’ girl

up this way…

To here! You can hardly see the white airport terminal because the sky was so gray itself. In fact, my boy said “Mom, I feel like we’re in Ohio.”

Which was true! We don’t get very many gray days here in Colorado. But I was shocked that he connected gray skies with Ohio. (To all my Ohio readers… sorry about that!  Move out west baby! The sun is a-shining!)

Aaaanyway…

The kiddos stood in the entry-hall for the longest time with their eyes peeled for their Daddy.

(When did he turn into a little man, might I ask?!)

The standing and watching didn’t last super long.

It quickly turned into wrestling and play pushing

and tickling.

And goofy faces.

And taking a rest on Mama’s leg.

And taking pictures.

And taking another rest on Mama’s legs.

More pictures.

More playing.

I realize most people would not let their children roll all over the floors at an airport. But seriously people. The floors in this airport were so stinking clean. I’ve seen me a lot of airport floors in a lot of places and these were so superior to MOST every other airport floor I have ever seen. I probably would have let them eat dinner off of it, it was so darn clean.

And then.

And then the best thing happened.

We spotted him!

Daaaadddddddyyyyyyy!

He’s home! And it’s so great. So so so great.

And that might just be the understatement of the year.