Today Kiel is a quarter of a century old, as he puts it. He sleeps in. Good way to celebrate. We will do cake later, and for his gift, he wants to go to see a movie at the theater. I am happy to provide that. Nice.
It has been a year of struggle for him as he tries to figure out how to deal with his sleep issues and hold his academic career out of the fire. He met with an advisor yesterday who finally brought things into clear focus. He is relieved to see the light at the end of a long tunnel. I am still holding my breath. I want to see it unfold before I trust that the answer is found. Sceptic!
I think, what will this boy like? I wander about in stores looking for something that will catch his attention. I read a hundred cards before I find the perfect one - it offers fifty bucks on the front cover, and when you open it, a picture of chickens and the sound of "bucks" - I stand there and count them, and yes, there are 50! It's perfect. I slide the money for his movie inside. I know he will chuckle over it.
The cake for this boy? Lots of color and goo. I find one plastered with frosting balloons of all hues. Just right for him. It will be a good day. If I had my druthers, I would buy him a new car. His is still beaten up from his accident last winter. But I don't have that kind of cash. Besides, if he gets everything handed to him, how will he ever know how to do for himself?
We all return home after 9pm. Kiel has the cake first before the pork chop dinner. Then gifts. The card is a big hit. We laugh. It is a small present, but we are in a good place, all of us. Joy comes in many sizes and today's was packed with love. Happy 25, dear boy.
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