I wrote a huge soppy post about how much I'm looking forward to connecting with Clare and how proud I am of Adam, and what great people they are . . .but as Im' waxing lyrical . . .The boy walks in after his 2nd Anniversary weekend in the city with his special gift from Amy, wrapped in paper and tucked gently under his arm.
He bought her tickets to Chicago next year even though he's not a fan of musicals but then he unwound the newspaper and brown paper wrapped thing on my kitchen bench . .
Two frames with black and white photos of them each in various "Facebook" style poses, and then . . a massive frame . . . the love of his life has crafted a charcoal sketch. It's beautiful . . personal . . romantic and frankly, it took my breath away and brought me to tears . . mainly because it was such a gift of love. She's drawn it, framed it and given it . . I can only imagine what he felt when she gave it to him. Clearly she agrees with my opinion of my son. Isn't it fabulous?
I'm so over whelmed that I need a dose of Transformers . . .