I know he hates being away from us during the week; but the kids are always falling over themselves with excitement when he's back on a friday night.
Sometimes, just sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be missed and get that kind of a welcome - but truth be told, I quite look forward to fading into the background and letting him be their centre of attention for a while.
Lucky for all of us he has a knack of switching out of work mode somewhere along the journey home; so by the time he walks through the door he's ready to jump straight back in, and - joy of joys - take over bedtime duties. Their Dad's much better at this than me, spending ages chatting and reading. My mind starts wandering as soon as I hear '...and the magic key began to glow..' I'm thinking about what needs to be done downstairs or what I'm going to write here..
Now they're older he makes a point of doing something special with each of them. I've already written about the weekend walks by the river with the middle one, who spent over an hour the other day drawing a detailed map of their route. These are the kind of things they're always going to remember.
Love this photo from our holiday in France - not just for the precious Dad/daughter moment, but also because the other two rascals somehow managed to fight their way into the shot!
The Gallery theme this week is Dads