Daddy was gone for a whole week. Every morning I would look for him in bed and in his office, and would ask for him whenever we got in the house. Mama said he was gone to "Chicago," or "Ca-ga" as I would say. When I saw him I nearly jumped out of my carseat with delight, and then cuddled on his shoulder for a solid five minutes, saying "Oh, Daddy" over and over again.
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Adorable! I came home from Chicago to my 3 month old daughter, Eva, so I can definitely relate.
Btw, thank you for drupal commerce. You should be proud of that baby as well!
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