Thursday, February 14, 2008
About 10am this morning Molly barked.
"A man is walking down our drive with a huge bunch of flowers and a present in a pretty bag" says Sarah looking out the window.
I know it's not for me. I already got my present. It must be for Rachel. The front door is locked and my keys are upstairs so I open the window and call the man over. He smiles as he hands me the flowers and bag through the window.
'Lara McDermott?' he askes.
I shake my head and try to take the gobsmacked expression off my face as I hand over the flowers and present to 12 year old Lara who's standing behind me
'I think I know which one it's from' she says quietly and we watch her smile.