missing daddy

The hub had been gone since Sunday afternoon, flying out to Pittsburgh and then West Virginia for work. On Friday, he came home. Britton was overjoyed, as both his absence and impending return could not be explained in a way she could understand. She had done well over the week, accepting baths from me that she would have rather come from him, having only one parent to kiss good-night, patiently waiting as I made and fed her dinners by myself, without the other person who makes such tasks easier. Britton did not cry or yell or stomp because her daddy was gone. She simply missed him. And when he returned she took full advantage of having her daddy home.