And I'm not referring to my bra. Come to think of it, well, never mind that.
After a long Skype session with my son yesterday afternoon in which we discussed a myriad of topics, and during which I realized how amazing and observant and intelligent and compassionate and awe.some that kid is, again, I felt blessed and delighted and just, happy.
And I took that happiness and warmth with me, shared it with Hubby, enjoyed a dinner of grilled rosemary pork chops, a butter lettuce/artichoke hearts/grape tomatoes/red onion/Persian cucumber salad dressed with a sweet lemon vinaigrette and a nice Pinot Noir, and settled in for Thursday night TV.
Hubby surfed between baskteball games and our favorite sitcoms, the evening was balmy, the cat was friendly, and the term 'content' kept surfacing in my consciousness.
And then about 930 p.m. my brotherinlaw called to ask if he could swing by the house for a sec, to 'drop some stuff off.' To which I replied 'of course!' Me not knowing what the stuff was, but hey, he's my BIL, has been for.ever, and anything goes in our fam.
The 'stuff' he wanted to drop by? My Daughter!
Those two had schemed and worked out a way to get her back for Easter. Which is a big holiday in our fam. Particularly for the nieces and for Grandma.
I had steeled myself for our first official Easter sans kiddos, had convinced myself everything would be fine, we'd figure out this new reality, etc.
One big hug with the girl and I knew I had been bullshitting myself again, and that there really isn't anything better than having as many birdies as possible in the nest for holidays.
Things went from content to damned awesome in less than 14 seconds.
You can't ask for more than that, right?
Happy Easter to those of you who do Easter, and Happy Friday and Happy Spring to those who do not!
After a long Skype session with my son yesterday afternoon in which we discussed a myriad of topics, and during which I realized how amazing and observant and intelligent and compassionate and awe.some that kid is, again, I felt blessed and delighted and just, happy.
And I took that happiness and warmth with me, shared it with Hubby, enjoyed a dinner of grilled rosemary pork chops, a butter lettuce/artichoke hearts/grape tomatoes/red onion/Persian cucumber salad dressed with a sweet lemon vinaigrette and a nice Pinot Noir, and settled in for Thursday night TV.
Hubby surfed between baskteball games and our favorite sitcoms, the evening was balmy, the cat was friendly, and the term 'content' kept surfacing in my consciousness.
And then about 930 p.m. my brotherinlaw called to ask if he could swing by the house for a sec, to 'drop some stuff off.' To which I replied 'of course!' Me not knowing what the stuff was, but hey, he's my BIL, has been for.ever, and anything goes in our fam.
The 'stuff' he wanted to drop by? My Daughter!
Those two had schemed and worked out a way to get her back for Easter. Which is a big holiday in our fam. Particularly for the nieces and for Grandma.
I had steeled myself for our first official Easter sans kiddos, had convinced myself everything would be fine, we'd figure out this new reality, etc.
One big hug with the girl and I knew I had been bullshitting myself again, and that there really isn't anything better than having as many birdies as possible in the nest for holidays.
Things went from content to damned awesome in less than 14 seconds.
You can't ask for more than that, right?
Happy Easter to those of you who do Easter, and Happy Friday and Happy Spring to those who do not!
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