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A Visit From Phillip

October 14, 2017 4 Comments

Last week was delightful, some days speeding past quickly, others blissfully slow, allowing me to savor the moments.

Phillip (#2 son) came home for his first vacation in over a year.

I expected him to drop his luggage and reappear only to change clothes or sleep a little. But that was not the case. He actually hung out with me. One evening as we sat in the living room, him playing a game with someone on the internet and me working on a puzzle book, I got a little teary. We spent many evenings like this before his job moved him 2,000 miles away.

I took a day off and we went to a movie. We carefully (eenie, meenie, miney, mo) chose from the 8 titles available at Cabot Silver Screen. Our only stipulations: no Legos or weird stuff (me), and no chick movies (him). So, “Flatliners” (which actually turned out to be a little weird).

At 4:30 p.m. we had the theater to ourselves. This movie, a remake of the 1990 film, will not be on the list of AARP’s Movies for Grownups. In fact, halfway through Phillip leaned over and whispered, “This is a teen-ager movie,” (he’s 28). It had all the startle-effects … kinda like watching the spider on facebook jump out at you for two hours. If you like that sort of thing.

Suddenly it was Sunday afternoon and we were on our way to the airport. It had been a good week. He visited his 6th grade Sunday School teacher, had Sunday lunch with his Aunt Betty a couple of times, and spent time with his high school buddies. He replaced my windshield wipers. We ate out at all his favorite places: Kandela’s, the Grill, Roper’s, and Tropical Smoothie. He introduced me to “Luther” on Netflix.

Some things we didn’t get done . . . I hadn’t cooked much. I didn’t make his favorite sausage and egg casserole . . . or macaroni and cheese.

At the gate for Southwest Airlines we hugged and kissed goodbye.

Until next time.

Filed Under: Living my Life, Movies

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Comments

  1. Dorothy Johnson says

    October 15, 2017 at 10:34 am

    What a wonderful post! There’s nothing quite like discovering your child/grandchild has passed from childhood to adult and that you enjoy one another’s company. You are both blessed. I’m happy to say that Brady and I have had similar times when he visits now .

  2. MaryBeth Franklyn says

    October 15, 2017 at 3:02 pm

    Beautiful!

  3. Helen choate says

    October 15, 2017 at 7:43 pm

    You had a great visit. Love the pictures especially the early photo.

  4. Yvonne says

    October 15, 2017 at 9:02 pm

    WONDERFUL!!
    Such blessings you are to each other!

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