Need I say more?
Jeff arrived last night, a few days early thanks to the kindness of his commander and changeable tickets. We opted to not tell Wyatt he was coming home; after my mom's visit in January I learned the countdown to a loved one is overwhelming for him. So I told him we were going to look at airplanes and then, lo and behold, there was Daddy.
There were lots of I love you's, big squeezy hugs (complete with Wyatt patting Jeff on the back), many requests of "I want you come home with me!" and even more exclamations of "Daddy's home!" It was lots of fun.
We've spent today enjoying each other's company and Wyatt has, more than once, been caught saying, "I want my Daddy" or "Where my Daddy?" only to realize that Jeff is right beside him. We have a very, very happy home right now.
Life rocks, indeed.