Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Home


Apparently it's no-shave November at his school, but he's going to break the trust and shave for Thanksgiving day. "It's time," he says, scratching under his chin. (And if you wonder why I have so many photos of my son looking at his phone, it's because only then does he ignore my camera.)

He took me to get work out sneakers tonight, took me to a running store where I could be properly fitted. It was the sort of place I would never have walked into without him. The sales people would have looked at me like, what is she doing here? But with my son, my fit athletic boy, I felt right at home. He approached the sales guy, arm around my shoulder and said, "We're looking for work out shoes for her." I wandered around the store while he consulted with the salesperson, until he called me over and said, "What do you think of these?" I was very compliant, trying on shoes, giving my opinion of the fit, letting my feet be poked and prodded through the sneakers. I chose a steel gray pair that hugs my feet like little pillows. I realized I am not used to my feet not hurting in shoes. Maybe I will wear those sneakers to the office tomorrow. And every day after that.

My heart son, E., is also here tonight. He and my boy and my husband are watching  the football game and being very loquacious, all of them. I love hearing these animated men in the background of my life. The house is full again. And my sweet girl arrives tomorrow.


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  1. Love this. What a fine boy he is, too. And thank you for your kind words, dear heart. They have meant more than you'd ever know.

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    1. Dear Kimberly, I will be thinking about your family during the holidays. I know you will all make it alright for everyone, and that your sister will be very much a part of the celebration, too. Such love.

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  2. As hard as it is to let them leave, it makes them coming back all the sweeter. And each time they are more grown, more adult. It's an interesting phenomenon isn't it?

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    1. Mary, the funny thing is, the first time my son came home from college i was struck by how much he had become a man. But my daughter, i see her and all i see still is my little girl. what's up with that?

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  3. Yay for your feet and for your full house!!

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    1. Kristin, i know you will have a full house too! Happy thanksgiving!

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  4. I'm glad your boy is home too. Even if he does spend half the time looking at his phone.
    Now, about your sneakers. Women are meant to suffer in uncomfortable shoes. So please don't wear sneakers to the office. Would you like me to get Tim Gunn after you?
    Happy Thanksgiving.
    Your Friend, m.

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    1. Mark, um, Tim Gunn, do not get me started! ;)

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  5. I love thinking of you surrounded by your chickens. And I've said it before, but your son is killer handsome. It's a little unnerving, actually.

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    1. Elizabeth, from one mother of a killer handsome son to another, the goofiness kind of undoes the effect! LOL. But he's a good boy, and thank you. Happy thanksgiving to your beautiful family!

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  6. Glad everyone is coming home! I love the feel of new running shoes.

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    1. Steve, are you doing Thanksgiving in London?

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  7. Work out shoes! Wow. I'm impressed. and Happy Thanksgiving Angel. I hope it's wonderful.

    (I know what you mean about walking into certain stores, like make up stores make me cringe in fear and shame, but no problemo with the dollar stores. haha)

    xo

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    1. Deirdre, if I lived where you lived and the life you live, i would have no need of workout shoes! Love to you, dear D.

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