My Father

We've been living in my childhood home for over a month now. What was (and is) supposed to be a short-term stay might be longer than we'd anticipated due to my husband going out on strike against Boeing and other financial considerations.

So far so good...not that there hasn't been some adjusting going on but still, not too bad.

One thing that I'm grateful for is when I see my youngest daughter, with no prompting, throw her arms around her papa and give him a big hug. Then it usually turns into a tickling match and a race around the house. It warms my heart to see them together and to know that my children will always remember their papa.