Knock knock

Knock knock...

Who is there?

It's me...

Me? Who?

Me....

I open the door...

And there you are..

My two boys..er three...

Two are smiling so big, and the biggest one not

Well, he is just like my boy to me

psst..that is a secret though

cause sometimes, he is more spoiled than my two real boys

knock knock...

who is there?

.......

who is there?

"Just open the door!"

It must be him, not my two boys:)

Cause most of the time, he losts his patience somewhere between places and home...

knock knock...

who is there?

Meee...meee...MEEEE

Those must be my two boys!

Sometimes they are too eager to see me

Even only to show a handful of dirt or a fallen leave...

Most of the time they are too excited just to see me

and forget to take off their muddy shoes or dirty jumper

and put all the dirty stains all over the hall way

knock knock....

who is there?

knock knock...

who is there?

knock knock...

It must be a guest or a Seminary student, or who knows?

Cause they don't call, and I am not expecting anybody else to come

And they don't answer in anticipation like my two boys, or answer in a hurry like my hubby

Should I open the door?

Should I ignore?

knock knock...

Okay okay I am coming!

Oh please don't be newspaper boy, cause we read it online...

Or please don't be the cable sales, we already your package customer

Or, please don't be a scout girl, we still have a dozen box of your cookies...

Oh, and please don't be the Seminary student, I always hate myself turning down your offer to join your Sunday mass

I am coming...I am coming...

"Package for you Mam,"

"Oh, thank you!"

I look up at the sender

Amazon.com

It's a book...the one that I ordered a week ago

That is a rare day...

Mostly, only him, my two boys, or sometimes one or two friends

But I never regret it:)

That is love.