This little guy is Rory, and he’s my son. He’s all grown up now, getting married soon. But I can still see his sweet little face when he was so young and I was his whole world. I remember the first dandelion he picked me, the first scribbled card he so proudly presented me with, and how proud Rory was to wave to me in the crowd of moms and dads at his school performances. Those were the days!
He called me at 12:30 a.m. on his way home from work a couple of nights ago. “Mum! Put on your robe, and wait for me at the front door!” “For what??” I asked. I had just fallen asleep.
Rory’s younger brother, Ian, and I went to the front door and waited. After he pulled up, we climbed into the car. “I’m taking you for a short drive. You HAVE to see the moon!” He was so excited. We drove out onto Metro Parkway in the middle of the night, and drove back and forth just to get a glimpse of the moon, which was not only full, but looking as though it were right in front of us. It was HUGE!
I didn’t mind getting woken up for that. Not one bit.
You know, it really IS the little things that are the biggest deals in life. I’ll never forget that night. Not the moon – But the night Rory was excited to show it to me.
I’d lassoo that doggone thing and give it to him, if I could…..