We chat, we squirm, Adrian leans over and bites me on the shoulder, so I respond with a clumsy kick to her hip. We giggle, seriously discuss upcoming life changes and cry, we discuss new books we've read and drink copious amounts of tea...I get a piggy back that no doubt does nothing for Adrian's old compression fractures and she dances off to a go for a 2 mile run.
From my vantage point here on this big leather couch, I can see our family's flag on the porch. It flaps in the wind with a mesmerizing grace and I think back to a discussion my dad, the mums and I had yesterday about Memorial Day. I say a quiet "Thank-You" to those who laid down their lives in service of our country and Roo picks her head up, wondering if I'm talking to her.
I turn my favorite song of the moment on so that it's quietly playing in the background and look up when a red-faced and sweating Adrian comes through the front door.
She smiles at me and I smile at her and for now,
She is home.
xo xo Liz