Homecoming

Erik went to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time (and loved it). He went shopping in Boise. He hugged a complete stranger at Old Navy. He charmed Dawnita's friend. He greeted a bus full of senior citizens on a shopping excursion. He showed his uncle that he can run like the wind. He ate green beans. He ate his first McDonald's chicken nuggets. He played with his cousins. He sat on the toilet. He made everybody kiss Stinky Dog. He made people laugh. He learned to pretend he was asleep when someone checked on him.

When I talked to him on the phone yesterday, he sounded different. He asked me a question for the first time over the telephone instead of simply rambling on about construction equipment and fire trucks. He said, "Go see Boppa and Gua, okay?" My heart skipped a beat. I told him we would see my parents soon and that I loved him. He said he loved me, too.

As for me, I drank margaritas this week. I had people wait on me in restaurants. I went bowling. I spent time with Brian. I painted my nails bright pink. I didn't clean the house. I spent time writing. I took a nap. I went shopping. I played video games. I spent hours on the phone. I watched a trashy movie. I made a beaded bracelet. I did the advanced aerobics DVD collecting dust in my closet. I took a bath. I lit many candles. I cooked spicy food. I shared a bottle of champagne. I served a candlelight dinner. I ate a meal at the table in the formal dining room.

It was a wonderful week, but today I'm doing the happy dance. Erik is coming home!