It is good to be home. One can not live at Disneyland forever. A single day nearly killed me. I thought of the irony of such a thing as the day waned. Perhaps it was only the Daylight Saving Time loss.
This morning when he woke up little Rhys stood at the top of the stairs, behind his safety gate, and cried for "Dad-dy!... Dad-dy!!!..."
It's a very unique feeling, that. The words are starting to form, and the word for me is often towards the top of the list.
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