You know what I love?
You know what I love? Getting home from a business trip during the evening when two thirds of my kids are sleeping, but my daughter is still awake in her bed. And when I go upstairs to put my bag in my room and change, she hears me and says "Dad! your home!". And I sit on the edge of her bed while she tells me about the project she did at school and planting flowers in the yard with Patti and teaching her younger brother how to write his name and playing in the sand box with her friends and taking a bath with the baby. And I listen to her and ask questions and she answers in between hugging me to tell me how happy she is I am home.
That is what I love.