Our two thoroughly adult children surprised my wife on Wednesday for her birthday.
Our son traveled from Florida, while our daughter and her spouse sojourned from Virginia, and all rendezvoused at our house moments after she and I had returned from a birthday breakfast.
I was about to set off on a walk when a person, my son as it happened, emerged from behind the wheel of a Tahoe Side-of-a-House Sport Utility Vehicle and signaled for me to turn around so I could watch his sister maneuver her car into a parking space.
I laughed and laughed with more happiness than I'd felt, just guessing here, since the last time I saw them.
We came in through the back door of the house and, since I'd left just moments earlier, I teased my wife in the living room, 'how can you miss me when I never go away?' and she came around the corner to, I suspect, ask me why I was back so soon.
The question was never asked as she teared up immediately when she saw who was standing in the kitchen (and I mean everyone but me; me, she sees all the time and cries often but for a different reason).
They treated her to a birthday lunch and hours of smiles and memories before departing to their respective hotels and journeying back most of yesterday from whence they came.
I'm always overjoyed when they come to visit and always cry when they leave. Wednesday was no exception.
-bill kenny
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