Hopefully my husband doesn't drown

My husband arrived home late last night. I recall unlocking the door for him. I recall the dogs flipping out. And I recall his efforts to reclaim his side of the bed. I will throw the floodgates of joy wide open for him tonight though. Floodgates that include mandatory cuddling and delicate china doll crying. Right after the children get done using him as a jungle gym. Right after we get done eating the meal he's going to have waiting on the table for us when we walk in the door. Did I mention how happy I am that he's home?