My Superhero.

This is my superhero (he is just missing his cape). 
He flies in (almost) every evening during the 6 o'clock hour.
Looking all handsome and put together.
He greets me with a kiss that isn't usually enthusiastically reciprocated because I am bent over taking something out of the oven or wiping up some mess.

He hunts for his little boys who tend to hide in the same damn spot every night, waiting to pop out and roar at their daddy. 

But he greets us with his daddy smile and enthusiasm, even if I haven't showered and am covered in flour, dirt, or just that days sweat. 
He listens to us all share our random stories that we excitedly tell him without realizing that we are all rambling at the same time. 

He is the guy who reminds me that "Sarah, it's supposed to take 10 minutes.  They need that."  Even though it irritates me to high heaven at the moment.  But I also know he isn't judging my moments lacking patience at the end of the day because he also gets that I have been dealing with it all. day. long. 

In the last week I "got out" a few times, something I have vowed to do a little more often.  And I got to leave and wave at my boys watching from the window.  I got to return on Saturday to little excited voices roaring at me from hiding places.  And man did it feel good.  It reminds me that daddy gets that superhero feeling every night when he walks through the door.  Just like Oprah starts her day out with a never ending applause. 

He deserves it.  He has a wife who by the end of the day is hobbling around like an 85 year old woman; who is only on week 24 of this pregnancy.  He gets up every morning early and commutes to work.  But most importantly, he comes home and is our Super Daddy! 

We are blessed.