Our big boy is coming home for Christmas. We haven't seen him since January 5th. In 10 sleeps, I can hold him in my arms and give him a big hug. I can kiss his cheeks and squeeze his arm. I can cook for him and laugh at his jokes. I can share a glass of red wine and talk by the fire. I can go for a walk when it's dark outside and talk about life. I can roll my eyes at his less funny jokes. I can wake him up by tousling his hair and kissing his forehead. I can smell where his neck meets his shoulder. I can weep with joy.
I can watch he and his father back slap. I can watch him put his arm around his brother. I can watch them wrestle. I will see him talk passionately with his godfather. I will watch him watch the little children. I will receive compliments for the good food. I will be asked for advice. I will be full of love and wonderment at this person who shared a sacred space with me for 9 months and is now, completely an adult.