The next morning I woke up and was just in a funk. I felt a little grumpy, but really had no reason why. Rodney seemed to be a little off also. We were packing up and getting ready to head out to pick Cambria up that night from girls camp, which was 3 hours away, and then head to Baton Rouge for a tournament the next day. I knew that it was a good thing we had a busy schedule in the upcoming days, yet I just wanted to lay in my bed and and do nothing. Throughout the morning Rodney kept saying things like "Do you think he made it? How are we supposed to know it all went ok? Surely someone should let us know he is there! Do you think we are going to seriously have to wait a week to hear from him?" I was trying to just continually tell myself that no news was good news in this situation, but his constant wondering kept me a bit on edge. At about 12:30 my phone vibrated letting me know I had an email, and instead of the normal junk mail that comes through several times a day I found this precious gem:
on my chest about his arrival until it was magically taken away by this email. Rodney and I laughed about our ditzy blonde son, and the thought of his mistake made me giggle throughout the day. In the matter of seconds the grumpiness I was feeling melted away and I felt happy and alive. He was there, he was happy, and he was right where he was supposed to be.