We're so glad when Daddy comes home...

This past year has been a tough one. Daddy hasn't been home very often and we've missed him (and I have it on good authority he's missed us too.) We can't wait until Saturday when we can go on hikes together, play catch, or have Daddy BBQ something spectacular. I guess we don't even mind watching him play a few rounds of Guitar Hero (apparently Aidan never gets tired of hearing Painted Black and Kadie enjoys a good round of Hit Me With Your Best Shot.) I'm lucky to have a husband who loves me, loves his children, is a good provider, and has a strong testimony. Three cheers for Ken!