Think there's a card for this occasion?
Peter lost his keys some time between Friday night and Sunday morning. This became the center of our world for about 45 minutes mid-day Sunday. Proof was when there was a knock on door. It was our neighbor, who - trust me, already hates us because Noah will not quit with throwing crap in our back yard, and over the wall into him pool, and at their house. It's never good when he's at our doorstep. This visit was no exception. It wasn't good. He was returning our girls. BOTH OF THEM.
During the search for the keys we both, separately, went out front to check Peters truck. We'd closed the back door (from the garage) but didn't close the garage door. Little Sarah, in an effort to help I'm sure (yea right!) went out the door and on to the front of the house. Naturally Kate followed her. SCARY!
So what do you get the man who returned your children and saved them from certain pancakedom? Work on that one Hallmark!