There's something about this time of day--late at night, up all alone, waiting for my teenager to get home. I was so happy when I heard again about how important it is to wait up for your kids to get home--something I did only occasionally with the first batch and something I never remembering happening for me when I was growing up. I'm so glad I get another chance! I love the quiet, love having control of the clicker--even though I'm not listening to what's on. I love the chance to relax, without having the pressure of getting things done--it's my time to be quiet and think about my blessings, wind down from the day, wonder how the date is going, wondering when he'll get home, waiting to see if he'll "check in" at 11 like we asked, wondering if my honey is sleeping well without me (he usually doesn't), hoping Jake is sleeping well--or maybe he's still reading? and listening to the various and possibly unwelcome strange noises coming from my dog.
Life can be so great and this week is one of those. I'm so grateful for my husband who is so good to me--doing whatever he can to take care of me and make life easier and more pleasant for me. I'm grateful for daughters who want to keep in touch and sons who have no problem saying to their friends "You don't love your mother? What's WRONG with you?" after hugging me in front of them.
But of course the best part of all are the times I'm with my kids and husband, talking on the phone, driving with them around town, eating dinner with them for a few minutes, listening to a nap time story being read to my granddaughter 2300 miles away, having my daughter begging me to get my IPod hooked up so we can play a pirate game together or just joking around. The quiet is wonderful but the noise is even better.
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