The other night, Cayla called me rather late at the office.  I was working late as I have been quite frequently, and she wanted to know how I was and when I’d be home.  Twenty minutes later or so, I drove into the driveway as Cay was backing out with Haley by her side.

Immediately, my mother’s antennae went up wondering where they were headed as I considered the phone call asking when I’d be home.  No worries here.

The girls got out of the car moaning that I wasn’t supposed to have driven up, and then they deposited into my hands a small package of home made chocolate chip cookies.  They knew I was tired, and they wanted to surprise me.

I could cry as I write this.  I guess this is what I meant in my post about Christmas a year ago.  They aren’t such bad kids after all are they?

 

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