Kate’s home. Picked her up from the airport, and once she left the airport she finally believed me that she wouldn’t need the wool jacket, long pants or multiple layers here.

Met Steve for lunch (where she oohed and aahed over California produce), sent her on her way (on Alex’s bike) to get her driver’s license renewed. Met her at home, took her to Target….three dresses, two skirts, one blouse, two t-shirts, two bras, hair conditioner, waterproof mascara and fancy face cleanser (bombed out on the shoes, but there’s always today). Met Steve at home (too late for a bike ride with Dad) and we walked to Dos Coyotes. Came home to watch the Tour de France. Her guy, Thomas Voekler, won the stage. She used to have a photo of him on her door, and he hasn’t done anything of significance since she left three years ago. Go figure. Steve and Kate took Toby for a walk. We had some family drama (turns out, Michael, who I wrote about yesterday, isn’t dead…see, I told you it was a complicated life). She went to bed in her old room, Alex’s new room (Alex is away on a church service trip).

It’s only six days, but she’s returned home. Happy Mom.