He never wears shirts unless for warmth or social decorum, he has to. I think it is the Caribbean beach child inside his soul. He's been calling home more this year. My heart feels aching happy when I hear his voice.
He called last night. He sounded good and steady, and had already completed the night's assignments, well before 8 p.m. "What is this?" he joked. "Could I possibly be growing up?" I miss my college boy.
As much as I know that he's a man, he's got the eyes of a young child... Glad that he's calling more. Glad that he's doing well.
ReplyDeleteSigh. I know what you mean. My son is back home but the girls are gone.
ReplyDeleteYour photos are so amazing. You do in one frame that which takes me an hour to say in words. And mostly my words are rambling.
ReplyDeleteInternational families have to be the hardest to cope with. Even after ELEVEN YEARS of it, I still struggle.
ReplyDeleteIsabel xx
I'm so happy for you that he's keeping in touch and seeks your company, if only on the phone.
ReplyDeleteThe photos of your son make me smile. Many boys hate to wear t-shirts at home :)
ReplyDeleteYour boy is growing up, dear heart. Maybe he is beginning to realize that hearing your voice makes him happy, too...I'm just thinking out loud;)
ReplyDeleteHugs, dear soul-sister,
Debra
Miss A, in unguarded moments, it's there. yes.
ReplyDeleteKathleen, life continually transforms us, doesn't it? But its nice to have your boy home, I'm sure.
Omgrrl, thanks for that kind comment! as for rambling, i personally think that is the beauty of blogging!
Isabel, i can only imagine, dear one.
Deborah, we get on so well on the telephone! nice to see you.
Olga, i sometimes wish girls had the same option. so comfortable!
Debra, hugs to you too, sister of my soul.
the tattoo says "hakuna matata." now if that doesn't tell it all, you tell me what does.
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