Waiting for Daddy

Micayla and I try to wait for Hudson at the front window when he's close to being home. I talk about the grass and flowers and birds and trees that we can see from our front window, and then we talk about Daddy coming home. He carpools with a professor that also lives in our neighborhood, so we know when he's home by the red car that pulls up in front of our mailbox. And she grins beyond belief when she sees that it is Daddy coming home. So I thought I'd grab a couple of pics of her waiting on Daddy. Sounds like a good country song title, doesn't it?