My eldest son has spent the past year in Ottawa, attending university and working as a page in parliament. It has been one of those, amazing, life-changing kind of years for him, the kind of year that sets one’s course in unexpected new directions.
I couldn’t be happier for him. But Ottawa is a long way away and we haven’t seen each other since Christmas.
And so it’s lovely to have him home for a few days.
His short trip home coincides with the provincial rugby championships,, so he’s actually not home. We’re in Vancouver for the weekend, watching his brother play.
But there’s lots of time for catching up, for hearing his entertaining stories about parliament, for troubleshooting with him about finances and courses and roommates, and for listening to his dreams.
It is so lovely to have some time with my boy.
Where is the loveliness in your weekend?