Datty!!!!!!

Tommy last saw Steve last Wednesday night before he went to sleep. Steve left very early last Thursday morning Feb 12th, to go on a 5-day ski trip to Breckenridge, Colorado. Since he left, Tommy has called for "Datty" many many times. He missed him. Steve was to return last night (Tuesday) after really 6 days of not seeing him. He normally is in bed by 8pm, but last night, I let him wait up, and around 8:30, Steve walked in through the garage door. Tommy yelled as loud as he could: "DATTY!!!!!" and ran to the gate at the stairs, Tommy was jumping up and down and squealing with absolute happiness at the sight of his favorite person walking up the steps. Steve picked him up and Tommy was kicking his little legs in total excitement while squeazing onto Steve in a way that said, "I'm not letting you go Datty!" DATTY! DATTY! He had the sweetest smile, and looked like he was in cloud 9 while his Datty held him.

After about 10 minutes, Steve decided to get the luggage out of the car, and he handed Tommy off to me. Tommy let out the saddest, most heart-breaking cry you've ever heard. So we stood at the garage door, watching Daddy get his luggage, skis, etc. out of the car. As soon as he was back inside, Tommy flung straight into Steve's arms.

There's something special about a man that is such a wonderful daddy. It's a beautiful bond. I wish I had it on camera.