I had to go to the neighborhood to get shopping done.
I knew the heating and air conditioning worker was supposed to show up that day, but I didn’t think he would be there until after I had the shopping done.
My child was resting in his family room, and I asked him to let me think when the heating and air conditioning worker arrives, in case I hadn’t completed my shopping. I wanted to be home to spend money on him. Two hours later, I got back home, and my child was getting ready to go to work. I thanked him for watching out for the heating and air conditioning worker. In a normal teenaged way, he winked, kissed my cheek, and headed out the door. My child was eighteen years old, and incorrigible, but I enjoyed him. When I got into the kitchen, there was a work order from the heating and air conditioning supplier. I thought I heard someone in the basement, so I walked downstairs. There was the heating and air conditioning worker laboring on the gas furnace. I was a bit baffled, because my child hadn’t told me the man was already there. When he turned around, I almost fell on the floor. My oldest son, whom I hadn’t seen in more than one year, was sitting by the gas furnace, and he was in an actual heating and air conditioning uniform. After hugging him so slender I was sure he couldn’t breathe, I started crying. I thought he was still on the ship. He said he chose not to reup, and he had a job set up with the local heating and air conditioning supplier before coming home. He said there was another surprise for me upstairs. He brought home his loving wife and their new baby girl.