yeah, well...

So, this has been a month of real surprises. on the 19th, we were in Cincinnati for joel's b-day and kennedy's blessing. very fun.

then we drove back, arriving exhausted and needing a bathroom badly on sunday night. there was a plate of muffins on the step to the kitchen with a note and a sign that said, "halt!! do not proceed further until you have eaten a muffin and read the note and do what it says." I said, nuts to that, i've got to go to the bathroom, and then i'll check it out. a few moments later, i came back. i wondered, well, the quists took kevin to church, presumably, and sr. quist likes to make muffins, so maybe they were from her. but why the note. maybe she was mad that we didn't talk to her directly about the ride, but we wanted kevin to take some responsibility.

so, we opened the note, and read a poem that i noted was in ryan's handwriting, but thought nothing of it, just that that was curious. it was about how we must miss our son, etc., and what a baker he was. i am at this point still clueless. the last part was that that dad and i must hold hands and chant, "muffin man, muffin man, come give me a hug!". then out jumps ryan from the living room (he had to hide when i went to the bathroom unexpectedly). I was soooo surprised. i did not GET it until that moment. how cool it was to see ryan, whom we had not seen since last march.