Rock Star Treatment

This morning I had to make a quick Target run. I left the house about 8:45am and returned just after 9:30am. As I turned onto our street and drove in front of our house, I saw Jocelyn standing on the sidewalk with her scooter. She took one look at me and began squealing and jumping up and down - think teen bopper at a boy band concert, and you have an idea of the basic reaction I'm talking about. I have seen Jocelyn get excited like that for many other people, but I rarely get such a reception. And I have to say: it's hard not to feel pretty darn special when someone acts so excited just to see you return from a 45-minute errand run.