Love flew in from Los Angeles and we picked up my oldest son, Richard, from Dulles airport in Washington DC. That’s a 4.5-5 hour round trip and totally worth it. This is a late-night photo.
This is the kid who just weeks after college graduations said, “You are great parents…” 5 minutes into our breaking the news about his brother’s death by suicide.” He said more than that and you can read all about that here in this post.
No one else could have said anything that would have mattered more than that statement did on the absolute worst night of my life.
At first, when it was so raw my heart hurt, he knew what to say, welcomed and never shunned my tears, hugged me when he was present, and took my calls always. How in the world did he know what to say, what to do? He just did.
He was also the first person to read my book and told me, “Mom, no one will be able to put this down. I lived it yet I am compelled to stay up and finish it to see what happens next.”
Right now I’m so pleased to have him in my house for two glorious weeks.
My oldest son is something for which I am the most grateful on day #9 of the #thegratitudeproject.
What are you grateful for today?
