His royal highness, the king of Z, has graced us with his presence this week.
School is on winter break, and my little family is complete once again (well, until J-bear goes off tomorrow to spend Christmas with her mother).
What I find so odd is that while Z-man is off in faraway collegeland, I am slightly on edge.
It's something that I don't really even notice while he is gone. But as soon as he steps foot off the airplane, I can feel the difference. I'm calmer. I'm more serene. I am happier.
And no, I'm not just inventing some weird mumbo-jumbo thing here. My BFF knew without me saying that he was home. He doesn't even have to be in the house. The Z-man effect was still at work while he was hanging at his friend's house all day Friday.
What the hell?
Seriously, this is "Twilight Zone" weird in my opinion.
I explained the "boy who never left" in his birthday post last August. Check it out. I'll wait.
OK, so anyway, he and I seem to be connected in ways that my other boys and I are not. (My daughter is a different situation totally.) I don't know why he and I are like that. It just is that way. There's a piece missing in my heart when he's gone. And a feeling of "whole" when he comes back.
This is NOT the story I intended to tell today. Funny how, when I start writing, a post sometimes takes on a life of its own.
I was going to write about the funny thing I got him for Hanukkah. It is really funny. But right now, I'm not feeling funny.
I'm just feeling complete.