Sometimes It’s Really Hard To Say "Thanks"

I sit down and begin typing the acceptance note:

Thanks to everyone who voted for A Shot in the Dark.

Hmmm... I'm so dang flattered... don't know what to say.

“Mom. Mom," Evan calls, grabbing hold of my left leg.

"Look what I did... Dad’s work card is inside of here.”

She hands me an envelope containing Ryan’s pay stub-- now covered with drawings of little stick people.

“Okay, Honey– I just need to write this one thing.”

I turn my attention again to the unfinished email.

Man, this is such an honor, and Joseph is so proud... should I just say that?

“But Mama... Mama... ” Evan continues, now scrambling onto my lap. “Can I work on the computer, too?”

She moves her fingers over some keys, the mouse...

"Honey, I just have to write one more– "

Oh no.

At first, I simply stare at the screen.

It takes a moment for the words -- "Message Sent" -- to register.

Then I shake my head, letting go a small laugh.

Alrighty then.

"Come on, little one," I say, as I lift my girl off of my lap and carry her upstairs--where Joseph (reluctantly) agrees to play with her while I return to the laptop and quickly draft a second message:

Allison,

I was just starting to type a formal thank you, when Evan climbed on my lap and started pressing keys and playing with my mouse.

Guess which button she managed to hit?

That would be "send."

I'll get you something for real a bit later. :-)

Sandra

Soon after, I receive this response:

Oh that's funny. I think I should put that up... Just kidding. :-) Look forward to it later.

-Allison

I kind of liked Allison’s idea.

And seriously-- Thank you.