Friday night, I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard a knock at the door. It was Beautiful Smart Wonderful Daughter! She’d met another grad student whose family lives near Snowstorm City, and she’d gotten a ride home with him. Apparently her brothers knew about the visit (she’s in constant communication with them via text messages), but she wanted to surprise my husband and me. We hadn’t seen her in almost two weeks so it felt wonderful to hug her.
The next morning, I baked an apple pie so we could eat pie and drink tea together. (I have been on a real pie-baking streak lately.) She had work to do — she brought her laptop home and a whole stack of pages to read — so she settled down on the couch to work, with With-a-Why snuggled up next to her. We all kept thinking of stuff we had forgotten to ask her the night before. I’m not sure how much work she got done since we all kept interrupting her constantly, and With-a-Why kept playing the song Chattanooga Choo Choo.
Of course, the two older boys came home that night, after an Ultimate tournament in Camera City. Film Guy came over. And Skater Boy. And Blue-eyed Ultimate Player. When my daughter’s home, the house fills up quickly. She’s got that celebrity status.
4 comments:
Tell the truth - the real reason that you posted about making apple pies is because you figured it would get the kids flocking back from all over.
:-)
So, reading this made me feel very good. You don't know what a light you are sometimes.
I hope when my son grows up, he'll be near enough by to stop in on a whim.
Sounds like such fun! (I am lonely for my boys now.)
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