It’s a fact; I have the most excellent son. Not only does he love me dearly but he is not at all afraid to say it or show it. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t say “I love you, mom”.
Like last night.
He had been upstairs playing World of War(crack)craft with his best friend Val. I was already on the couch, snuggled in for the night when he came home. He asked me how I was feeling after donating blood products that afternoon. I told him I was fine; then started to drift off. I was nearly asleep when I sensed movement nearby. I opened my eyes to discover that he was putting another blanket over me. It almost made me cry.
With Dale during the transplant. Wolf hates needles, the hospital makes him queasy and very uncomfortable, but it didn't stop him from being there for Cousin Dale.
Does it get any better than that?
I wouldn’t have thought so until this morning.
This morning my dear, sweet, wonderful son told me he was worried about me. He said I was spending too much time at the hospital and that I should take a break. He said he was afraid I would wear myself out and get sick; then what good would I be to Dale?
When I argued, saying I was fine (as I always do) and that I never get sick (which I don’t) he told me he would forego his role-playing game and take me to the hospital tonight after work. We could spend a couple of hours with Dale and then come home. When I tried again to argue, he shushed me and I swear he was going to take my car keys if I didn’t agree.
I had no choice, so home I stayed. And it has been a very, very good day. I worked over the internet quite a bit, e-chatted with a very good friend and watched the Atlanta Braves stomp the Philadelphia Phillies.
Grinning, as usual...
Life is good!