Every day, he would send me a text that he was on his way home from work.

“On my way!!” Followed by kissy face and heart emojis.

I would smile as I worked on cooking dinner. It made me happy for him to come home to a clean house and the delicious smells of dinner cooking. He never took it for granted.

It took him about 20 minutes to get home. My body had the time memorized. I would turn to the dog and say “Hey Ollie, daddy’s coming home!” He would jump and bark and dance around. It was his favorite time of the day, too.

My conditioning would tell me when it was time to step onto the porch. I would open the door and Ollie would dash out into the yard and look for Bob. I always knew when he saw his car because he would wag his whole body. I would hold Ollies collar and laugh. If I didn’t hold him, he would get too excited and run in front of the car as it was pulling in the driveway.

As soon as the car was in park, I let ollie run. He would dash to the drivers side and bark until Bob opened the door. He always said, “Hi Monkeyface!! Did you miss your daddy?!” Bob would pet him for a second and then come to where I was standing. He would sit on the porch step and let ollie give him tons of kisses all over his face. They would both laugh and it always made my heart full.

When they were done with their hellos, Bob would stand up to hug me. I would stand a step above him and my face was still on his chest. He would say, “Oh, I missed you sweet baby. Let me smoosh you.” Every day. Then he would hug me tight, take a deep breath and sigh. I could feel him relax. He would tell me that everything was right on the world again. Then we would all go inside.

Every day. Every single day. Even if we were mad. Every day that was our life. I miss it every day. Little things are not so little.

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