Greetings

Everyday when I pick Jameson up from daycare he runs in from wherever he is, screaming "daddy" in his excited little voice and buries his head in my legs and gives them a squeeze. It is a greeting like no other I have ever received. I can remember when I was growing up and my dad would come home from work. We would hear his car pull into the driveway and Mom would say "Daddy's home". I would rush out as fast as I could and he would pick me up and toss me into the air to my delight. Funny how things like that can leave an impression.