Sometimes he just waits for one of us to come home. Daddy says when I leave, he stares at the door.
Daddy even puts him on his place next to his desk. He still stares at the door.
Sometimes he wonders what to do. Or he’ll hide under the tree next to his new horsey friend.
And then he’ll wait some more and wonder: Where is she?
Oh, I’ll just wait underneath the tree.
Feels good here.
Sometimes, he just wishes….Drop some. Drop some!
And then he just gets so sleepy.
Thank goodness if he hears a noise, he awakens.
But really, he just looks cute. Our little waiting, wondering, wishful little guy. We love you.
