We celebrated moms 60th birthday last weekend with a big ole shin-dig. (i'll share that on a later post)
Jake, Jamie and Beau were here for the whole week! (i'll share that on a later post)
But, Josh wasn't going to make it in from California (or so mom thought....hehe)
On Friday, we were all outside enjoying the beautiful weather when dad came home early from work.
Mom looked, excited to see dad home early.
But, wait! he had a passenger.
What?!?!?!
She froze
Then she covered her face and couldn't even look.
What is Josh doing here?
He's working. and in school. in Malibu.
Why is he in dads truck? at my house? in West Monroe?
He's not supposed to be here.
She couldn't fight 'em.
Those tears starting flowing.
and the questions.
"you rascal!"
"Kate, did you know?"
"Jake, Jamie, Randy...did you know?"
"How did this happen?"
"What's going on?"
"How long has this been planned?"
"How did I not know this?"
"Wait."
"How did I not know this?"
"Wait."
"You're here!"
"Are you hungry?"
Josh took the red-eye in from LAX thursday night.
His flight was delayed 5 hours in Atlanta (Los Angeles to Atlanta to Monroe? don't ask)
He arrived around 3pm on Friday.
With 1 hour of sleep.
Just for the weekend.
For his moms birthday.
He's a good brother.
Whoa unto us kids. The things we do for our parents. It's tough, but somebody's gotta do it.
Someday, they'll pay us back. I reckon.
Kate