More and more I find myself at home with just J for the evening. My daughter's activities have notched up a hair since 8th grade and he and I spend our evenings actually talking together. We watched a movie not long ago and as we sat on the couch next to each other, he put his arm around me, sort of across the back of the couch. It was funny and I was totally surprised. He is much more affectionate and sweet nowadays and not weirded out by sitting next to his mom. Many times he hugs me and tells me he loves me or grabs my hand and pats it. I hope his ability to show affection easily continues on into adulthood so his girlfriends and SO may enjoy it. None of my family members are physically affectionate and it seems strained when they show affection. I have always been. My kids both seems to need touched or to touch. It seems comfortable for them.
Anyway, my time with last night was spent with us ripping cds to his mp3 player finally. When he was done, he was singing at the top of his lungs and dancing around the living room to the All-American Rejects and an Arabic Groove cd. I love to see him enjoying himself this much! And although it is way overused, the phrase "quality time" is what it is!


Last night, as my very sleepy head lay down on my pillow, the moon shone through my curtains into my eyes and lead me off to a dream of dead horses shallowly buried in sand on a beach and a bear walking around in a huge cabin ready to eat unsuspecting people and dogs. I think I'll pull my curtains tonight.