My Son, My Son

Was it Jimmy Durante that used to say “my son, my son?” I can’t remember, but I know it was someone famous like that. Anyway, my son, o.k. our son, Adam, came home for a visit this weekend. His bride-to-be is out of town at a conference so I guess we’re his next best choice for people to hang out with. I’m perfectly fine with being #2 on his list. We still offer the cheapest accommodations, the best food (when Adam helps cook), and a free washer and dryer, which, thankfully, he’s well trained in using.

I realized when he came home that this will be our last chance to have him here for some quality time before his wedding. As we played cribbage on Friday night I mentioned that to him and said, “It’s kind of sad, really.” to which he replied, “well, not really.” I’m guessing that the six weeks until his wedding won’t go fast enough for him. We can’t wait, either, to welcome Heidi into our family.

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