Okay I admit it. I've been holding out.
About a month ago, about midnight, a small group of people gathered at our local after thought of an airport. Waiting for a puddle jumper of an airplane. On which one very tired man arrived, to be nearly tackled by 110 pounds of pure joy split across two small children up way past their bedtime. A half asleep baby, a bunch of his buddies, and I rounded out the welcome wagon.
MilDad is HOME.