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Holiday Mama

I thought my days of being sappy, hormone-ridden Mama were kind of over.

But I was wrong.

Yesterday Daughter arrived for her holiday stay. Exhausted, but happy. It was a good first semester. And she loves Providence.

We had a fun dinner, relaxed a little, then she went to visit her boyfrien'. Who misses her a lot. And ditto her him.

We joked about being home by 3 if possible...because once your college kid returns you don't apply the same curfew pressure anymore, you just hope they make good decisions and get their butts home before the bars close and all the idiot drunks are out in force.

So when the doorbell rang around 115 a.m., I was a little afraid. A little miffed (to be awakened from a sound, sound sleep.) A bit perplexed. After all, Daughter was driving my car, and my car has a garage door opener in it meaning she wouldn't need to come to the front door to get in unless she had forgotten where I keep that opener..which she wouldn't.

See what I mean?

Anyway, I lurched out of bed, down the hall, and flung open the front door...to see Son standing there with an enormous grin on his face, arms out to hug me.

OMG!!!

A hug! From my boy! Before Christmas!!

It was too much for Mama to handle. The tears, they flowed. The happiness, it burst from my core until I was saturated with it. And had an enormous, silly assed grin on my face that will not leave until after we've put that young man back on an Abu Dhabi bound airliner next week.

Yes. We get him for a week. [Happy mama dance here. The one with me doing jazz hands, giggling, and twirling around.]

A few minutes after Son arrived, the garage door opened...meaning Daughter was inbound.

Imagine her surprise when her big bro' was sitting in the living room, huge grin on his face, awaiting his lil sis.

It was priceless.

Life is good.
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  1. Lemon GloriaDecember 22, 2010 at 5:05 PM

    Oh, that's the BEST surprise! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas together!

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  2. StevieDecember 23, 2010 at 12:10 PM

    Ok, so one more time..from the top, without the misspellings! Happy Holidays to you and yours, Lemon Gloria!

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