He is a veritable celebrity in his own home, and our senses are overflowing with his return.
We listen to his stories of "pretty much amazing" athletic feats, and the antics of his baseball team buddies. His deep voice fills the rooms of our house with memories of the skinny little seriouse boy that once was the only child we had.
We watch him eat, and eat, and eat some more. Thirty minutes after a meal is cleaned up and put away, he is searching diligently in the fridge for something more to snack on.
We smelled the huge plastic tub of rank laundry that he trekked home, and I washed, dried. and folded it all, Saturday. It is now all Lavender 'All' fresh, and stacked in wonderful neat uniform piles.
We play games and laugh at his need to always win, even Candy Land becomes a game of precision and determination with my oh so competitive oldest offspring.
We laughed with him at the Tim Hawkins DVD that Kartwright received as a birthday present last month....so HIL-AIR-EE-US....I am not going to lie people. We laugh until we cry at this man, and everything he says becomes a family joke. Our meal times are almost always filled with fun and giggles, but when Coda is home he and his brother take the frivolity to a new level.
we are all enjoying the taste of sweet family.