Last night about 10:30, my doorbell rang. It kind of scared me so I hesitated to answer. I ran to the window to see if there was a vehicle out front. I could see a truck. I couldn't tell what color it was, but it was running and the lights were on, so I figured it wasn't somebody sneaking up to the door or anything.
Who is it?
Oh dear, I thought. Why in the world would Cody be at my door at 10:30 at night without calling first? All kinds of scarey thoughts ran through my mind.
I quickly opened the door and there stood Cody with a shovel in his hand.
What's wrong Cody, --was my greeting to him.
I was coming to check on you. Bo called me and said he's been trying to call for a while and keeps getting a busy signal, so he asked me to come check on you.
Oh. ---I breathed a sigh of relief.
I hadn't been on the phone so I went to check it and it was not working. Mmmm.
I thanked Cody for checking on me and gave him a big hug.
After he left I thought about him grabbing a shovel and driving over to my house to check on me and was so touched to think that he was coming to defend his mother. It's funny how the table turns as our children get older. When he was a little boy, I was his caretaker and defender and last night was ready to be mine.
Kinda corny analogy, I know, but.....
I sure do love that boy!