They knew how much we missed them.
So, almost a year earlier, they had started making a plan.
They had found a lovely house in a small town where all three families could live nearby. David had already purchased a home a few streets away. Emily was moving into another house around the corner, and Michael had arranged to relocate his family the following month.
The white house in front of us was for Robert and me.
It was close enough for our grandchildren to visit after school, for Sunday dinners together, and for spontaneous afternoons when someone simply wanted to stop by for coffee.
They had even arranged for a local doctor to take over our routine appointments and made sure the house was suitable for us as we grew older.
They had kept everything secret because they wanted to reveal it when all the arrangements were complete.
And Robert had chosen to bring me by plane because he wanted the journey itself to be part of the surprise.
