It's amazing what goes through your head when you get the text at 8:30 p.m.
"I'm stopping by in about thirty minutes. I have a delivery."
You start to think, "Christmas!"
Then you start to think, "Uh oh. Something bad."
And when it turns out to be cookies, carried in bubble wrap so they don't break, delivered on an evening run by my friend whose wife makes THE BEST chocolate cookies ever
you start to think, "Love."
Greater love has no man's wife than this: that she delivers cookies in the middle of grading season.