westward home

I talked on the phone with Anna today while she was trying to calm poor Benjamin who had taken a small tumble in one of the Detroit Metro Airport terminals. As I tried to filter out her words from the crying in the background I was reminded of exactly what it was that would be coming back with her on the plane today: our baby. These past six days afforded me the pleasure of living the bachelor life again complete with post-9:00 AM wake-up calls, take-out, booze, and loose women. But with Benjamin’s diminishing screams grew a small little voice that giggled into the receiver, “Break out the talcum powder and hide the remote, I’m-a-comin’ home, daddy!”

Oh well. It was nice while it lasted, right? I’ll always have retirement. . .

Actually, as you can imagine, I couldn’t be happier that those two are coming back home today. It’s just been far too long. Quiet in the household and freedom-of-schedule are nice for a time, but I guess I’d willingly trade them, straight-up, for some baby-cuddling and wife----uh, cuddling. . .

I think I hear the plane overhead now! Hazaa!