Saturday, February 02, 2013
It is Saturday. My son had called me Thursday after I got home from work to talk about when to pick up his car. His wife goes back to work on Monday, and he needed it by then.
I selfishly suggested the weekend, when I might have a crack at being awake and rested when he did. So today, after my morning appointment, I called and woke him up. He had instructed me to call when I got home, and he was honestly surprised he had been able to sleep that late. He's still adjusting time zones.
He said "I'll call you back in 20 minutes" and after he'd awakened a bit more, did so. We went out to brunch together. I had a two egg white, low-fat cheese omelet, he had the full test version. We then came back to my house where he continued with tales of his past year... and thoughts of what's next... and his obviously maturing thought process in decision making.
We went for a walk in the neighborhood, and eventually got back to the business at hand, which was starting his car (it behaved like a champ, considering it's been sitting in my garage with minimal exercise for nearly a year), and sending him off to go home to his wife and his life. The visit left me soul-filled and grateful. He's home. He's intact not just physically, but seems to be adjusting well emotionally and mentally as well to coming home.
And after this past couple of weeks, you can all imagine me heaving this huge sigh of relief. Time to keep putting one foot in front of the next, keep on keeping on... because life is good.