Can you believe my first son is 35 today? I find that hard to swallow. It seems like just yesterday he was graduating from college and heading off on his own to North Carolina and a new job. He was so forlorn when I left him there. I wondered how he would ever find his way. My heart kind of hurt thinking about him being in such a strange place by himself.
For the first months, he called me every night and talked for an hour or so. His phone bill must have been astronomical. But gradually, he made friends, found a church, met some people, got to know his co-workers and settled in. His apartment was lovely, and he got himself a dog. The phone calls petered out. I was glad he was finding his place. I wanted nothing more than that he be happy and have a full and satisfying life.
Now here he is, still in North Carolina. Although he now works for a different company, he has a wife and two beautiful daughters, not to mention a host of animals. I always thought he should have been a vet. Four horses, four goats, a bazillion ducks, chickens, turkeys, guinea hens and other fowl, a few indoor birds, four dogs. Good Lord. That boy will never be lonely again. Exhausted, perhaps. But not lonely!
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