It's Christmastime Again

My third and youngest son arrived home from his first semester of college last night.

The UK freshman is

Home for Christmas.

He's matured leaps and bounds.

His curly blonde hair is long and wavy and wild.

She likes it that way.

I'm still getting used to it.

But it's growing on me.

He's worked his butt off to make straight A's.

Finals were finished up yesterday.

We shall see.

He asked for brownies with red chocolate chips.

I sip a glass of red...

as the brownies bake

and the music plays

and my mind wanders

very,

very,

far.

Inescapably.