Found and Lost

My week ended with the prospect of preparing for my first grad school exam, a presentation, and economics homework.  I got home after work and was looking forward to seeing my family.  My daughter and son greeted me at the door.  I stepped over the baby gate and my little boy started crying because he wanted to pick him up.  I set my things down and picked him up only to hear my little girl asking for me to pick her up.  My wife came over and got my boy, while I picked up my little girl to hug.  We hugged and she kept saying “Found him, I found you Daddy.”  My wife told me that throughout the week, she had kept saying “Lost Daddy, Lost Daddy.”  It was her way of saying that she missed me.  It broke my heart to hear her.  Being self employed, I was able to spend so much time with the kids.  It has been difficult for all of us, but we know that is going towards a better life.