He’s home….
First the hugs…
Then the unpacking…. one suitcase assigned to nothing but dirty laundry.
Then the phone call to me, while I was in town… “Hey, Mom, we need bread.”
Then the text… “Hey, Mom, we need mayo.”
The care and consideration of his mother.. “Hey, Mom, you are almost out of Diet Coke”, to which he knows is a critical situation.
The technical support… “Hey, Mom, there’s no wi-fi upstairs… but it reaches the barn… we’ll need to fix that.”
The entertainment of his newest musical accomplishment… “Hey, Mom, do you want to hear my ukulele?”
….and he’s home… and the Mom is happy….
“Hey, Mom, do you want to go for a trail ride?”
Hey, Number Two… I love you…. a lot.
Welcome home, Riley! Can’t wait to see you!!
Two very happy people! Welcome home, #2 son!
Beautiful photo of the two of you! You look very city girl-chic on that horse, but I think you need a cowboy hat and a flannel shirt to blend in with the natives.
Liz, I need a pink cowgirl shirt!