He was kind of perplexed when he walked in, because there were half-finished pina coladas in the living room and various tapas dishes abandoned on the kitchen counter, and he was like, "What is this? Am I interrupting date night?" My husband and I laughed and didn't say "Some things never change," because this is one of those unchanging things that makes us happy as can be.
This morning we talked warmly and easily as he looked up dates for the firefighter exam and how to get hired as an EMS by the FDNY, and whether they will pay to train him as a paramedic and how often the promotion exam to firefighter is given, and pay scales and heart things and everything about what happens after May when he graduates from college and whether he'll live abroad for a while, or travel the world, and he's busy mapping out the next phase of his life.
But now I have to stop before I say too much because that line I walk to maintain a modicum of privacy about my children's lives is about to be crossed and Lord knows, I dance back and forth across that line all the time. They roll their eyes and indulge me and sometimes they ask me to take a post down. We'll see. I think I stopped in time.