It was the night before, tired from putting grout into the tiny little crevices we had created in the tile of Silent Bob’s Steak ‘n Shake bathroom, I lay in the big purple bed.
I loved the sounds filtering in from the other room, the sounds of two sons, laughing and talking. The deployed son, home from Iraq less than 48 hours was speaking with his middle brother. It had been 10 months since we were face to face, bodies in the same room, and despite having missed Thanksgiving and Christmas, and son birthdays, here we were, under one roof. And it was my day tomorrow. Mother’s day.
I heard them leave with talk of asteroids and the best sky being down at the lake, on the little dock. And having assembled the various pieces of photography equipment that each of us had, they were armed for spectacular photos.
Silently, I closed my eyes and thought of the talents of each of these sons. John, the pragmatic, better at science than his scientist mom, his long fingers and steady hands able to carry out the details and recipes of an agile mind. Josh, more stoic than I care to consider, ice blue eyes that glow warm from light that comes from inside him, a talker with a quiet and accepting soul. Tonight because of God, because of the evolution of each of us as individuals and some as a family, there was a peace about the place.
They were gone for an hour and when they came in, they came directly to my bedside.
“We saw a UFO, Mom! says John, his brown eyes snapping.
“Really, we took a picture”, he finishes as Josh slides the camera up from his side, the photo clear, even with my old eyes.
Amazed, laughing, I asked how they did it. They tell me. I am a lucky, blessed, fortunate, and more than a bit proud Momma, intrigued at my sons and their ingenuity.
Do you know how they did it?
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LOL! No, I don’t know how they pulled that off! Please tell me….
You have every right to be sooo very proud..they are phenomenal young men!