The wonderfuls this week: Butter came home from school Monday, called me at work to tell me how happy he felt. He filled in the details when I got home. He said it was a day like any other day, but for some reason he felt especially optimistic and happy. “Don’t think this is weird Mom, but I think it’s Dad. I think this has something to do with Dad. I haven’t felt this happy since Dad was alive. I think he would be proud of me.” The joy of the everyday, something we couldn’t take for granted anymore, unsure if it would ever come back. Now he has spotted it, that glimmer of light, possibilities returning.
The other wonderful was a text from iMac: “Hey Mom I got an email from the Biology Department asking me if I would like to be an SI.” I replied, “what is an SI?” A student instructor (of course) to facilitate/teach a weekly study group for the Biology I students. Did I tell you he got straight As in his first semester of college? Also he’s a sophomore, due to AP credits, which neither of us realized until Christmas. He has 3 competitors for the SI position, so it might not happen. Nonetheless he is excited.
I would have called you or texted you immediately to share these great parent moments if you were here. Instead I called MK and Sara, my stalwart friends who have seen more of the brutality of our lives than any friend should see and still stayed friends with me. Now off to sleep with my trusty dog Murphy. Studies are coming out weekly about dogs, sleeping better with dogs, living longer with dogs, etc. This week is the two year anniversary of our puppy pick up day, when Murphy was just 8 weeks old and 10 pounds.
All my love,