Every year my oldest child comes home from college to visit. She's a couple thousand miles away, and this is the only time we get to see her. Her visit is always tangled up in intrigue. For instance, one year my husband wasn't supposed to know she was coming (but he did -- I can't remember how he found out about it). The other children and I decorated the living room with loads of huge balloons and crepe paper. When she arrived, we all hid behind the couch. Hubby was asked to stop by the house (he was at work when she was due to arrive) and we just had a big ole surprise party together. We surprised her, who surprised him, who surprised HER with some special little goodie. It was a lot of fun (and confusing).
This year is a little different. I'm not supposed to know that she's coming (but I do). She doesn't know that I know. My husband knows and so does my oldest son. Our youngest doesn't know. So I "get" the surprise this year. She's due at the airport around five this evening. She flew to her father's house in McLean, Virginia for the holidays. He's Muslim and this year he and his current wife decided not to have a Christmas tree or presents. My daughter was very depressed about spending Christmas Day with no acknowledgement of her holiday. Now we get to try and make it up to her. What fun!
So it is that I wish you and yours another Merry Christmas!
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