John returned from Jamaica at around 11:15 p.m. on Saturday. It was a great trip, and he, Nichelle, and I spent the next few hours talking about it. (We’ll post more on that later.)
Sunday morning, I went to wake up Naomi in her crib. She was fussing because she didn’t really want to get up. (She’s a Wilcox.)
“John is back,” I said, “Do you want to say hello to him?”
She stopped crying instantly, and a big smile appeared on her face. She jumped up, and was off and running to find John almost before I put her down.