Just as I was grateful for the chance to live again at 88 Elm Street with my parents; I am grateful for this time with Tom.
He works nights, so I make him breakfast around four in the afternoon. The other day after putting his plate in the sink he walked past me "Thanks for the eggs mom." I was struck. I got a little leaky and went in the other room.
I realized that now I am getting another chance to relive another happy part of my life. For the first six years of Tom's life I was lucky enough to be home with him most of the time. Especially after we moved to Rocky Nook. It was a happy simple time. And my life now is very like my life then. I hang, I do a little housework, I make Tom's breakfast and sometimes pack his lunch.
On nights he doesn't work we do stuff and talk.
Living in Virginia is painful for me, lol. I long to be in Boston. The independence of hopping on the "T" and going to events and lectures and movies. The ocean, God! I miss the ocean. I miss my city.
But inside this house? Inside this house is very nice.