I came home from Indianapolis last Friday but I came home right to the house. Dylan was over at his grandmothers so I had the afternoon at the house by myself.
Tamara picked me up when she was done work and we made our way over to mom’s to pick up Dylan. Now he knew I had been gone all week so I was kind of wondering how he would react when he saw me. Well, the most sad and beautiful thing at the same time happened.
We got to the house and Tamara went in first and Dylan saw her and then she said something like “Who’s that” and I came in behind her. A great big smile and a “DADDY” came out of him and then he just started balling. Tamara had said she thought it might happen. So much emotion in seeing dad after a week that he didn’t know how to handle it.
Both sad, and beautiful all together.
Pulled from DylansHouse.com. Read the original post here
