having an extra set of hands on a field trip,
drinking real root beer and eating pizza at the brewery.
Today is the last day of our vacation. George is blessed with six weeks off every year, which he takes in one or two week intervals. Sometimes we pack our bags and hit the road when he is off, but my favorite vacation destination is home. All of us together, having fun, staying up late, sleeping in, catching up, making plans for our next vacation in May. Perhaps it will be warm enough to camp. Or maybe a few nights in the city. Or maybe we'll just stay home.
Come Monday evening, when George is back on the clock, I'll be singing this song, missing the 24/7 presence of Daddy.
I'll keep my clothes on, though. It's pretty chilly around here, especially when George isn't home to keep the fire blazing.