B made it back from Yuma on Friday. We were all so glad to have him home. It seemed like a lot longer than 3 1/2 weeks. When the kids went running to B on the flight line, it was all I could do to hold back my tears. I don't know that there is anything more precious than seeing your children run to their father with pure glee on their faces and in their words, yelling, "Daddy! Daddy!" It was a sight I'll cherish forever.
On his first morning back, B was having a little trouble adjusting to the 3 hour time change and was a little sleepy. Not wanting to miss out on anything Daddy was doing, the kids "helped" Daddy with his nap!