She runs up the stairs chattering. It is Friday. It is humid. We have enjoyed our post ballet camp salads and are ready to settle in for a relaxing evening.
Then she spies it at the top of the stairs.
She sees the box lying just outside our door.
It is from Nonna. It is a box for her.
"Hel-loh Cookies!" The Lass says with a smile in her words.