I pick up my tall, tired, and fabulous monkey from LAX and I realize that I have been holding my breath (figuratively speaking, of course) for an entire month. I see him round the corner from customs and as he comes into view, I thank God he is back safe and sound. He looks taller, older and no longer mine. Our eyes meet and his face breaks into a giant grin. He takes a breath, anticipating his mother's tears. There were none, I am happy to report. He makes his way to me and allows a hug, hugs back and waits until I release him, to let go of me. One month is a long time to travel in a foreign country where you don't speak the language. Where you volunteer on a military base and work, sleep, and eat when you are told. One month is a long time to be away from family, home, and in this case, the ocean. The boy was so happy to be home, he let me hold his hand the entire walk to the car. Not exactly the sort of thing he has allowed in many moons. He is after all, a grown man. And I, am a happy old woman!
Pretty yes, old no.
Posted by: Brian Straight | Saturday, February 09, 2008 at 04:11 AM
Awesome! Breathing a big, fat sigh of relief. Let the celebrations begin!! =D
(Welcome back, Bini!)
Posted by: Marta | Saturday, February 09, 2008 at 11:46 AM
I'm happy to hear he made it back home safe and sound. I think I heard your sigh of relief all the way back here in CR. It would be great if we would be willing to guest-blog about his trip.
Posted by: katemeri | Saturday, February 09, 2008 at 12:10 PM
oops, I meant he, not we. I'd love to hear about his journey.
Posted by: katemeri | Saturday, February 09, 2008 at 12:11 PM
Marti,
I love you for being so sweet about my baby boy. I feel as though the sun if shining after the longest cloud cover ever!
katemeri,
Thanks for your comment. I think you probably did hear my sigh down there. Thanks for idea for Adrian to blog, I mentioned it to him and he may just do a little something.
Pura vida!
N
Posted by: nora | Saturday, February 09, 2008 at 04:42 PM