D and I sat out on her back porch and talked a little while before breakfast. She and her husband are living on property that's been in the family for generations. It is lovely and my friend has a green thumb and it is already showing even though they haven't been there that long. After a wonderful breakfast of fried potatoes and eggs and many hugs, E and I set out on the last part of our journey. Heading for home; yay!
At some point during the day, I got a phone call from my oldest son. He had some news for me. He and his fiancee would be getting married in the morning. What? Whoa. That's awesome. Laughter. I was jumping up and down. E wanted to see him to congratulate him in person, so we decided that when we got to town, we'd swing by his place of employment and visit for a few minutes. He said he had something for me anyway, so a visit would be good.
Driving, driving, driving. Not a quiet moment, but I tuned it out because all I could think about was the marriage--it was to be a quick JP thing, with possibly a "real" ceremony some time down the road. I didn't even ask why; maybe I was in shock. Ha.
That part of the drive seemed the longest and I think E read every single road sign, every single side of any 18-wheeler that passed us, and talked about most of the cars on the highway, but we finally rolled into Fredericksburg and parked in front of the shop where my son is a tattoo artist. He came out to greet us and both E and I gave him big congrats hugs. Then he says he has to get the something he wanted to give me, so he went back inside. After a few minutes, he comes back out and hands me three photos of a cute baby. What? He said something like, "This is going to be your grandchild." I didn't get it and replied, "What? D is pregnant?" "No," he said, "This baby is going to be your grandchild. We got married earlier so that we could adopt her."
Just the thought of a cute puppy or those sappy telephone commercials gets me tearing up, so of course, I start blubbering like a baby. As I sit here typing this, I am reliving those moments and still can't believe it. K's wife has a cousin who has had the baby girl and realizes that she and her husband (both quite young) won't be able to take care of the baby, so K and D have said they would love to give her a home with them.
Now, I'll tell you, two years ago, my son said he would never own a home and wasn't sure about kids. Today, he owns a home and will hopefully soon be holding this sweet child in his arms as his daughter.
I remember once being asked by a former boss of mine about how to raise a son. I said the words before I really formulated the thought, but I told him, "Raise him to be someone you would want to know as an adult."
I've had moments as a mother (and a person) that I wish I could do over, but if my life were to be judged only on how my children have turned out, then I would be supremely happy with that legacy.
So this new chapter of family has opened with a bang and a beautiful one at that. I love seeing my son's hand and seeing a wedding ring there. I love the tenderness with which my daughter holds her son as he nurses until sleep overtakes him. Hearing my daughter-in-law (how I love writing that) say how lucky she is to have K in her life makes me smile and smile. Knowing that my son-in-law can build and grow anything makes me hopeful for the future.
For now, we wait until all the papers get signed and agreements made. Hearts will be broken, but hopefully those breaks will be sealed with the knowledge that a baby will be making her presence known as a part of an expanding family, not a shrinking one. We will welcome her with all the love we can muster, though we're already in love with her even before our first touches.
NEXT: s/v Nalani is Home!