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     Today was the last day of our Spring Break.  We did nothing momentous, Husband and 19-year C old spent the week working, 15-year B had his wisdom teeth pulled, I cared for 15-year old.  Yet somehow this evening had a holiday feel to it.  The four of us were seated around the kitchen table, Husband and I playing Five Crowns, B eating oatmeal and C just being social.  I casually reached over and stuck my finger in B's ear.  He rolled his eyes, took my wrist and pinned my hand to the table, all while eating.  Husband made his Five Crowns move.  It was my turn but I needed both hands to play.  I promised B I wouldn't stick my finger in his ear again if he let go of my hand.  He let go and I ruffled his hair.  Obviously I thought I was pretty funny but even better B and C both burst out laughing, it was classic B played my me.

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     Thursday, wisdom teeth day, the recovery nurse was giving me care instructions with a groggy B reclining in a chair.  B kept shutting his eyes, the nurse would gently ask him to try to keep them open.  After three or four times B asked why he shouldn't shut his eyes.  I told him that he couldn't go home until he was fully awake.  He popped his eyes open and put every effort into staying awake.  It reminded me of a time when I was in recovery after an upper GI.  I was aware of my husband sitting in the room and aware of the nurse periodically checking in on me but sleep was foremost on my mind.  On one of the nurse's checks she said, "Well, you can go home as soon as she wakes up."  Like B I immediately put every effort into waking up, "home" was a clarion call.

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     Almost 24-year old J is marrying H this week.  During his two year church mission he wrote home almost every week.  After returning from his mission and heading to BYU-Idaho he called home most Sundays.  Most Sundays that is until H came into the picture.  Home is taking a new definition for J.  Home is less and less where he grew up and more and more where ever H is.
     Years ago in a letter to my my dad wrote, "A son's a son 'til he takes a wife, a daughter's a daughter all of her life."  I'm seeing truth to this - but in a good way.  I love H, I am glad home for J will be with her.

 

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