Day Two hundred seventy-eight:

I missed this little face…

Being gone for eight days is difficult — especially for the little ones and the wife left home.

But it’s still hard to be away from them all.

And I’m amazed at the changes that happen even in such a relatively short span of time.

This little guy seemed to morph into a much bigger boy when I got back.  Talking more, walking more and just changing right in front of our eyes.

But he’s still a messy eater, here tackling his lunch by the light of the patio door.


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