Friday evening. An unusual games night with Shauna and the kids at theirs.. Sitting around talking, waiting for the pizza to arrive.
The doorbell rings. Sue can see the doorway from where she was sitting. She gasps and cries a little. Hmm . . . neither pizza or the deliverer normally cause much emotuon.
I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know immediately that, somehow, our other kid, PJ, must be at the door. PJ lives more than 2000 miles (3500k) away in Vancouver, but I just know. The kids encourage me to go to the door, but I have already guessed.
Of course, I do go to the door for greetings and hugs.
Indeed, the surprise was planned and executed very well indeed. I mean to say that our little family has been known to play games when we are together, but we've never had a dedicated game night. It did seem unusual, but we didn't suspect anything,
Of course, the pizza also arrived in the fulness of time, and we did play games, and we did think to grab a few phone photos. Under the conditions, they aren't the best.
On the other hand, they are also the best, if you know what I mean.