Tonight my baby returns from Spain. I cannot wait to see him as he has been gone for months (ok 10 days but it feels like 10 months). It's going to be a great Wednesday!
I kept a list of all the things I wanted to remember to tell him, like how dad tried to pick up a pizza from a location other than where he ordered it... how I finally found the shirt he has been looking for... how the neighbor ticked me off regarding his weeds... the status of the BP clean up... the article on college requirements...how the dog kept his smelly lacrosse socks under the table and would bite me every time I attempted a take over... how his nieces couldn't understand why he wasn't at the party ("he could just go back to Spain after he plays with us"). I don't want him to miss anything we did, or saw or heard when he was gone.
I envision him running from the gate and hugging me with yells of "I really missed you". We'll talk non-stop on the way home. I'll make one of his favorite meals and he will eat like he's never had food. He'll love the new room improvements. We'll stay up all night looking at photos and hearing about his adventures.
What will really happen, is a brief kiss in front of his friends. A few yes /no answers on the way home, drive thru at Mighty Taco, and off to bed. I am sure he will be exhausted.
But hope survives because I have him all day Thursday!
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