My Roommate

Of course, he is my son. Not really my roommate. But he is, really, my roommate, now. It's been the two of us since September 1, 2006. My older son lives on his own, nearby, thankfully, but not here. We don't see him everyday. Just about though, he stops by just about every night, and I'm very grateful for that. But he's not my roommate. Son #2 , pictured here, is my roommate. And what a great roommate he is. The very best hugs ever. So big and cuddly. The sweetest smile. So easy going. He was always easy going. Laid back. Funny, in that dry, cool way. Does what he's supposed to do. Doesn't complain. Good grades. Great talent (he's a writer) . Good friend. Great son. Great roommate. Again, it is so clear that God orchestrates everything. I lost Lou, but I have two wonderful, amazing sons. That's pretty lucky, don't you agree? And, I had a roommate for one full year after Lou died. To get me through. To help me get used to this new life. He'll depart for college at the end of summer. Don't want to think about that. For now, I will think about fun things, like prom. See how handsome he is? And graduations, coming up this week. And parties. And summer. Sunny days and lovely nights. Trips and days off. My roommate, my son. I'm a lucky girl.