When I pulled home from our Cape Card getaway, I knew cherished rescue mutt Ellie B needed to get out to the backyard quick.
I followed, having received reports from daughter Elisabeth of how she and fiance George Three had visited to water the plants and even mow the lawn.
Ellie B immediately trotted out to the shed. My eyes followed. My heart jumped.
The shed doors were fixed!
Why, George, you sneaky guy!!
We had been talking about how a winter wind had pried the old doors off the right hinges, forcing me to place a bench in front to keep them close. I thought a summer weekend day for the two of us was going to be spent buying materials, working the doors, putting in new hardware … Yeah, George would be the driving force, but I could help.
The kids took care of it.
And it’s a great, fantastic, superb job.
I love it.
Karen knew. Elisabeth had been texting her in Cape Cod.
Happy Father’s Day, my daughter said in her text on the say of our return.
Did I mention how I love it?