I got home from "work" late, playing golf at Turning stone for ISRI. It was the second night in a row that I only was able to read Colton a book and say goodnight as the night before I was welding the mower deck and catching up on the lawn.
I walk into his room and he is overwhelmed eight joy to see me. First the question, "Daddy?" Then came one of the sweetest moments of being a father so far. "I missed you so much daddy, where have you been?" And he started crying. I hugged him and cried and smiled and loved my boy through and through.