day 201: no more of this

The girls aren't going to be able to do this for much longer.

(and no, I don't mean eat pizza and french fries for a Sunday night supper. that's a tradition.)

I mean sitting there. On that couch. Cause when their Daddy gets home, that's his couch.

Now, I'm almost certain that there will be a few other bodies wanting to sit next to him them. That loveseat might get rather cozy.

(and you know what I've never quite figured out? why he chose the loveseat, many years ago, to be his. I mean, at 6'3", wouldn't the couch be better suited?)

Anyhow. That couch is his. Not theirs. And soon, very soon, they'll have to share.

And now, just to be fair....

Here's the littlest little. Eating her pizza and fries on the couch with the piano bench as her tv tray.

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Did you notice what's up above?

Way up above.

Beyond the photos.

Look at the title.

201 days.

Holy moley.

Mind you, that's the day count for only the days the Gunny's been out of this country.

The almost 5 months he was gone from us but still stateside? Not even in that count.

So while 201 seems hefty, imagine what almost 320 feels like.