My doorbell rang late yesterday afternoon. Doesn't happen much--people who know me just come right in and people who don't know me rarely show up at my house.
I glanced through the glass to see who it was and noticed that the person was standing freakishly close to the door, as if she didn't want to be seen. Odd.
When I opened the door, it took at least two full seconds to realize it was Katie. Right there on my front step. She's finished with school and has a few days off, so she hopped into her car and drove to Missouri.
Happy dance. Happy dance. Happy dance.