Waiting, Hoping
November 30, 2011
Everyday after work, I always feels like the most special guy around because there’s always someone there eagerly waiting for me to come home.
And from what I’ve been told, our little girl will sit there for hours, waiting, watching and attentively listening for the sound of my car to pull up to the house.
Is there any better way to start off your evening, especially after a long day at work? HECK NO THERE ISN’T.
No comments yet
The Daily Abbie 