It seems that I do that fairly regularly. Thankfully, it is usually a good thing.
And she didn’t really cry. Her eyes just welled up with tears.
This morning, I told my second daughter that we (all of us in KC) wanted to help her turn her life around and that we had made a family decision to give her the car that we drove down in.
She had no idea. I think that she was a little overwhelmed.
It was precious!