I stayed up way past my bedtime Friday night, waiting for Chadwick and Alex to get here. By 7:00 in the evening, I had people converging on my house that I hadn’t seen in months. They all live nearby, but evidently I’m chopped liver. That’s OK, they were almost as excited about seeing Alex and Chadwick as I was.
They got here about 11:30, and Alex’s very first priority was food. He didn’t miss me, per se; he missed my cooking.
He was, however, more than happy to interrupt his midnight snack for a surprise visit from The Girlfriend.
Needless to say, we haven’t seen much of Alex this weekend, which is more or less what I expected. When he was little, I didn’t think this time of his life would actually come, and when he was an adolescent, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t live this long. Now he’s moving into having his own life and surprisingly, I’m good with that. Of course, I’m steadfastly not thinking about the first Thanksgiving we’ll have without him. For now, I’m thankful to have loved ones safely under my roof, and I plan to feed them for all they’re worth!
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.