We wait patiently for his motorcycle to turn the corner on our street.
Once his familiar shape appears in the distance, smiles erupt.
Tiptoes are activated in order to catch the best view of his face.
Pixel waits less patiently, and insists on being in front.
Tails wag, giggles sneak out, and someone’s greeting can be heard in the distance.
Snuggles are insisted upon, and happily given.
Daddy is home.