Turns out I didn't need the knife because when I opened the door I found my little nephew Ben standing there saying, "Hi Rachel," like he stops by every day.
And then my face erupted into a geyser of tears. I was the Old Faithful of crying.
Because there was a NEPHEW AT MY DOOR!!!! Who lives in Utah and wasn't suppose to be in California for another month.
And bonus tears, walking up the steps was my sister-in-law Stacy with Thomas, the other Blessed Nephew, who must have gone through some kind of time warp because he's like 18 years old now.
It was the greatest surprise of my life. Hands down. No contest. The best.
Have a look:
Ben seeing if he can fit in a basket
Tom trying to swallow a ping pong ball
It was like Christmas and my birthday and a Dodger game and the fair and a boat ride all rolled up. If there had been rocky road ice cream I would have died.