Son #2 surprised us last night by coming home two days early from Europe. I was restless and unable to sleep, having stayed up til Midnight watching the World Series. I heard a car in the driveway at 1AM and wondered who the heck was driving up my dark road into my back yard in the middle of the night for cryin' out loud?
I went to the window, looked down on the back yard, saw shapes in the moonlight (full moon last night), one with a backpack. It still didn't register. I went downstairs, to the back door and opened it and there he stood, big as life, skinny as all get out, with a scraggly but somehow becoming beard and a shit eatin' grin.
I was enfolded in his arms and he walked through the front door, newly changed from what sounds to be a fascinating trip.
My son is home, safe and sound. He has changed; he has grown. I can't wait to hear the stories pour forth over the next few days. More to come...