Daddy's visit

"Daddy's coming home this week!" I said to Rachel on the drive home tonight. "What do you want to do when he's home?"
"Play," she answered.
"Play what?"
"Puzzles."
"Do you want to go to the playplace with Daddy?" I asked. (It's that great indoor playground I wrote about weeks ago called Playdate PDX, where I went with my friend Sarah and her son Noah. Can't wait for Drew to check it out).
"Can you come?" she said plaintively.
"Of course I can come, sweetie!" I laughed.
"I don't want you to wait at home," she answered. "I need you!"

Oh, the sweetness of being needed, really needed. I'll hold tight to that memory when she starts to break away from home.