Then one night as I was running around the house after work, doing all the stuff you try to cram into the 2.5 hours before wrestling with bathes and bedtimes and homework and such, I opened my front door to call out to Anna to come in and when I looked down, I saw a plate of cookies with a nice little letter from my visiting teachers.
And there you have it. I'm grateful for little letters left on my doorstep. Even in the hustle and bustle of the busy night, these women always find the time to reach out and check in on me.
