Funny thing happened Saturday night. A sweet and funny and new thing.
Perfect Man and I were about to settle in to our cozy Week Off weekend night at home (boys with mom this week)--bottle of red wine just opened, delicious dinner on the stove, in our PJs at 4:00, and Band of Brothers cued up on the DVD player--when the phone rang. It was Jeep Boy.
"Hey," he said when I answered. "I'm on my way to work but I'm early and have about half an hour. I was wondering: can I come by?"
"Well of course, honey!" I said, unable to hide my surprise and pleasure. "We would love to see you."
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." And he was. He must have been right around the corner.
He came in and gave us both a big hug, and Perfect Man and I sat in the living room and chatted amiably with him, as though entertaining a guest. "Are you hungry, hon?" I asked. "We have a little of your dad's famous bean dip leftover from last night, I can warm it up. It's delicious--goat cheese, home fried potatoes, cilantro. Want some?"
"Sure," he said shyly. So I fed him.
He actually looked a little off-a little sad somehow. Maybe I'll ask him later this week, when he and his brother are back here, how things are going. But the main thing was that it was so nice to know that with extra time on his hands, he would want to be with us here in Home B, even when he didn't have to, if only for a few minutes. And it was such a nice opportunity to remind him that whenever he comes here, he can expect to get hugs and warm food. That this isn't just Home B, it's his home--and not just every other week, but always.
1 comment:
That's so wonderful! I hope that happens sometimes with ours, too, when they are old enough to drive.
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