I will wait for you…

We leave for lunch and wander about town for several hours and because Portland and the time change, it’s dark when we get back home.

The route we take runs past the side of the building where our apartment sits and we look up and see the boy waiting and watching for us out the window.

Occasionally looking over toward the door as he’s doing in the picture above.

We’ll be home in just a few minutes, sweet boy.

Author: Michael Harrison

Husband, Programmer, Irish dancer, tinkerer, astronomer, layabout (as much as possible)

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