Mike and I arrived home early last evening from ten days in the Midwest and, believe it or not, were greeted by the boys. We generally don’t come home with lots of gifts (there is already plenty of stuff in this house), so I know they didn’t bounce down the stairs expecting a load of goods. We did pick up coasters from the Lincoln Museum for them. I suggested they read them daily. I also bought one for myself hoping to inspire productivity. The well-trained boys offered the obligatory “Thank you.”
It was fun to be welcomed home by the grandchildren. We always get a warm welcome from ED and Jigga the dog who leaps with joy. There is no doubt that Jigga was happy, and ED, I believe, was sincere. The boys? I don’t know.
I do know that I was glad to see them.
Share with me: how are you greeted after a long absence?