After a brutally long eleven hour drive home, we pulled up to our much missed home to find it adorned with Christmas lights. Two mini Christmas trees and a wreath adorned the front porch and door, welcoming us.
Inside, the house was clean and free of the usual toys and clutter. On the kitchen counter sat a crystal vase that held wonderfully fragrant calla lilies. The oven light revealed a rotisserie chicken and sweet potatoes, warmed and ready to be eaten. After dinner, Tate dished us up chocolate chunk brownies that he had baked himself.
The dirty laundry had been washed and placed in drawers and closets. The towels and sheets were fresh. Groceries for the upcoming week had already been purchased and were even put away in the pantry and refrigerator.
It’s just a wild guess, but I think Tate might have missed us while we were gone.