Yesterday I watched a You Tube video of a soldier returning home from Afghanistan after a year away from his family. The family dog ran to greet him and just turned inside out with joy. I sat and wept. So did the woman filming (the man's wife).
Tomorrow, my husband's youngest son from his first marriage is coming to visit. It has been almost 19 years since they have seen one another. A long time.
I don't think there were be the turning inside out. But the emotion will be and is already there. So many feelings, thoughts, questions after all this time. What comes out first?
We have all grown a great deal in that span of time. Certainly we are physically older (I keep seeing little silver hairs and George sees absolutely no dark ones on his head.).
But it is much more than that.
There is a family here for him to meet. They have heard about him but not seen him.
Will he be uncomfortable here in our little house? We are talking small and the table will be crowded. Always is. We always make the table fit anyone and everyone that comes through the door. As many as 20. Just really crowded. We like it that way. But, will my husband's son?
So tomorrow is the day of returning. But maybe we shouldn't look at it as a returning. Maybe, just maybe, it will be a beginning. Of turning inside out and being at peace. Of beginning again.
That is it.
Beginning again.
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