Karma, sweet Karma

When Chase was 6 months old I had to fly to Dallas for work. It was tramatic for me since it was the first time I was away from him. I some how made it through the 3 days away from my sweet baby boy. In return, I was greeted with "Da da da da da da da da da" from the backseat all the way home from the airport.

Above is my little bit of Karma. Sweet, sweet Karma.