When my children were little and eagerly begged me to pick them up when I came home, they would repeat, “Hold me, Daddy,” which actually sounded like, “Ho’ me, Daddy.”

Now, many decades later, I am very close to my wonderful border collie dog, Buddy.

When I come home, and he is eagerly waiting for me at the gate, I hug him dearly and say, “I’m home, Buddy.”

And so, that is how I’ve come from being a “HOMEY DADDY” to a “HOME BODY.”

I still love being home—I am blessed.