It's been a long time, but there was a time when my daughter celebrated my daily arrival.

This is Max Locato.

Geno was five at the time, Andrea 3.

Deanlin would alert him and they had scampered to the window pressing noses and hands against the tall

pain that paralleled the front door. As I pulled in I would see them.

Jenna, a head taller than her sister Andrea, both squeezed into the frame, seeing me they would

squeal.

My how they jumped and clapped.

You'd think someone had switched their M&M's for coffee beans.

No returning Caesar ever felt more welcome.

Their father was home.

You know, it's been too long since I searched for God that way.

Let's do better.

Cola Shosions 3-2 says, let heaven fill your thoughts.

Every day carries us closer to the day our father will come. Let's keep a lookout for him. This is Max Locato.