Waiting for Daddy
Wednesday, September 10th, 2008Last Friday afternoon, Q’s mom and Zoe sat on the steps leading to our garage, waiting for Q to get home and chanting “Dad-dee! Dad-dee!” (Zoe loves it when Q gets home in the evening – she always makes a mad dash to the door to greet him.) Flash-forward to yesterday afternoon, when Zoe, who was on her way upstairs with me, suddenly stopped and plunked herself down on a middle step. I wasn’t sure what she was doing at first, until she started saying, “Dad-dee, Dad-dee.” She was obviously thinking of her time with Safta – and thinking that Q was on his way home. I had to gentily explain that Daddy wouldn’t be home for a few hours and walk her upstairs; then I made a mental note to blog about this sweet moment!
-M
