This is what I see at 12:50 PM every weekday, tiny little hands pressed against the glass as I drive away. Sometimes there are tears, not today. Now how can a guy go back to work in such a state? It's the hardest part of my day. However, it's made all the better when I come home and he's there to greet me with, "Dad!" Best part of my day.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Tiny Hands
This is what I see at 12:50 PM every weekday, tiny little hands pressed against the glass as I drive away. Sometimes there are tears, not today. Now how can a guy go back to work in such a state? It's the hardest part of my day. However, it's made all the better when I come home and he's there to greet me with, "Dad!" Best part of my day.
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love this pic, dude. so, is he talking yet? dad?
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