Last night Lee got home from work a little later than usual. Alaina and I had already started eating dinner by the time he walked in. Since she was in her chair, she wasn't able to run to the door like she usually does when he comes home. I told her that Daddy was home, and he walked through and said hello.
Alaina said, "That's my old Dad."
"Your old dad?" I asked.
"Yup," she said. "He's my favorite guy!"
So cute. But Lee didn't hear it. So I told him what she said. He came in and asked, "Who's your favorite guy?"
"You!" she said, promptly and matter-of-factly.
They celebrated with a pound. It's moments like these. :)
11 months ago