When we lived at Grandma and Grandpa's place, Sunday night wasn't our favorite time of the week. It meant daddy would load up the blue car and say goodbye for the week.
Every week Joey would climb in with him and try to go, too.
Then the girls would watch at the window and wave as he drove down the drive.
All week long they would pray at every meal and bedtime (often fighting over who got to pray, of course), "Please help daddy to have a safe trip home from Bismarck (or Bisymarck, if you're Aliyah). Amen." In fact, three weeks later, we still occassionally hear one of the girls pray for daddy to have a safe trip home from Bismarck. We're seeing a much quicker answer to our prayers these days.