A Very Beautiful Sunday

And it was made even MORE beautiful because I got a phone call from Not Son. He has indeed been at nuke school this whole time and is wrapping up A school with his comp coming up soon. I knew what absolutely none of this meant, and Not Son is a man of few words but I looked it all up later. He’s mildly nervous, which seems perfect, and he’s been doing fine so I have high confidence he will get through this hurdle and then it is on to Power School, I guess? I learn so much from all the wonderful people whose lives touch mine. Some friends he made while in Basic are on base where he is, so he’s got friends, he’s thriving, he’s healthy and he sounds calm and focused. It was soooo good hearing his voice and knowing in my whole body that he’s thriving. I could not be more proud of him. I keep tearing up thinking about how happy I am that he is doing so well. This is not a metaphor, and this is so not how I react to anything emotionally. I let JC know in a text, because I knew that she and the kids really cared about him and wanted him to find a place that really valued him.

I hope he calls and tells me he passed comp, and wants a lego set. I’d love to send him one, but I don’t know if that’s possible where he is. In the meantime, I told him I’d love to have him visit whenever he has the ability to go somewhere and the inclination to come visit, so hopefully some day he’ll come out and see the house, not as a construction site like he did last year, but as a comfortable place to hang out.

M. is off to B&N and The Sheep Detectives, so I’ll be walking by myself a bit later.

T. is off to hang out with a friend, so I’ll be hosting family zoom.