Saturday night, roughly eight thirty or nine. My phone rings: it's the twins' mom.
"Hi, sorry to bother you. Are you doing something important?"
"Nope." (I was doing a puzzle.)
"Okay, good. I have a little girl here who wants to say goodnight to you.
Both Lilly and Patrick told me about going to get pumpkins and flowers that day, and everything else they'd done. Then they said goodnight.
My heart: melted.