You know how you sneak in the baby's room when you haven't seen him for a while and even though he's sleeping, you've just gotta see him? I did that to my firstborn early this morning before I left for church.
He's 22 years old.
Yesterday was his cross country drive from college in Illinois home to Pennsylvania for the summer. He didn't get in until 2:30 this morning, so I only saw headlights come down the driveway and a heard a car door close before I knew I could relax and go to sleep.
But I hadn't actually seen him yet.
So this morning, on my way out to my car, I peeked in the window of the door leading into his room in the garage. There he was, sound asleep. It was really him; he was home and he was fine. I stepped away with a satisfied smile.
Some mama habits never change.
Posted by Beth Coulton