Daddy's home!

I don't know how Willy Loman did it. I didn't see Greta after dropping her off at daycare Tuesday morning until Friday night after work and it felt like an eternity. During the workday I was fine, and in limbo at this nation's various airports I was OK, but at certain points in the day... like 6 a.m. & 7 p.m. ET regardless of time zone, I was wide awake and missing my baby girl. What I missed: Her smile, her points, her mono-syllabic grunts and snorts, her smell... her very Greta-ness.

Here' a photo Carey took of our first embrace Friday night after work. It's nice to be home.