October 28, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 21:30:39 GMT -5
Post by Jessa Quinn on Aug 13, 2012 21:30:39 GMT -5
Dear Kyle,
I hope your first year of college is going well. I can't believe how grown up you are! It seems like just yesterday you and your dad would spend hours and hours playing catch in the backyard, and I'd have to scold you both to have you come in to dinner. And then, what a mess you'd be, both of you! Honestly, sometimes it felt as though I had two boys to raise instead of one. Sometimes I go up to your bedroom and wish you would still be that little boy I could tuck in and kiss good night. But then I think of the man you've grown up to be, and I don't think I could be any more proud than I am. We both are so proud of you Kyle, and I've no doubt that your college years will be just as successful as your high school career.
I was thinking about what you suggested the other day, about your dad and I coming over to visit you for Thanksgiving rather than the other way around, and I do think it's a very good idea. Your dad has asked for the time off, and I won't be accepting any contracts that will tie me up around the holidays. I never do anyway - holidays are family time, no matter how old you grow to be or how far away you go, and I hope you never forget that young man. I do wish you wouldn't be so far away, but I know you've got to make your own life, and wherever it brings you, you know we'll always be just a phone call away.
I'll admit that one of the reasons we're so glad to have been invited is that, not only will it give us the occasion to properly visit this city you've been calling your second home for a few years now, more importantly we will finally get to meet this young girl you keep talking about. I promise there will be no talk of weddings or future babies, and I won't be telling any embarrassing stories. Though, if she asks, I really can't be held responsible. I am really so excited though, I don't believe I've ever heard you talk about a girl with so much love and care showing through. It's obvious that she's very special to you, and if she makes you happy, then she's already family as far as I'm concerned.
Now, don't let your dad give you a hard time. You know him, he'll try and tease the both of you mercilessly, but I know of all people, you can handle him alright. And let me know if you want me to bring or cook anything. I know you'll want to be in charge for the most part, but since you've never been so inclined to showing a great interest in cooking, I'll be ready to assist you in preparing your first Thanksgiving feast if you'll want me to. And before you ask, yes, I will be making some pumpkin pie. I know my men's stomach well enough to be aware that I won't get a minute of peace for a year if I forget it, like four years ago. Do you know that your dad still mentions it sometimes?
I have to get running now sweetie, I've got a bride going catatonic over invitation inscriptions that were done hot pink instead of fuschia. I hope your Cheyenne will have more sense when it comes to planning your wedding (it's comments like that I promise not to make in front of her honey).
Give us a call whenever you can, and write back when you have time.
With all my love,
Mom
P.S.: Your father says to save some time for some man time when we come, whatever that means. Sometimes I wonder how we don't live in a cave. Don't you?
I hope your first year of college is going well. I can't believe how grown up you are! It seems like just yesterday you and your dad would spend hours and hours playing catch in the backyard, and I'd have to scold you both to have you come in to dinner. And then, what a mess you'd be, both of you! Honestly, sometimes it felt as though I had two boys to raise instead of one. Sometimes I go up to your bedroom and wish you would still be that little boy I could tuck in and kiss good night. But then I think of the man you've grown up to be, and I don't think I could be any more proud than I am. We both are so proud of you Kyle, and I've no doubt that your college years will be just as successful as your high school career.
I was thinking about what you suggested the other day, about your dad and I coming over to visit you for Thanksgiving rather than the other way around, and I do think it's a very good idea. Your dad has asked for the time off, and I won't be accepting any contracts that will tie me up around the holidays. I never do anyway - holidays are family time, no matter how old you grow to be or how far away you go, and I hope you never forget that young man. I do wish you wouldn't be so far away, but I know you've got to make your own life, and wherever it brings you, you know we'll always be just a phone call away.
I'll admit that one of the reasons we're so glad to have been invited is that, not only will it give us the occasion to properly visit this city you've been calling your second home for a few years now, more importantly we will finally get to meet this young girl you keep talking about. I promise there will be no talk of weddings or future babies, and I won't be telling any embarrassing stories. Though, if she asks, I really can't be held responsible. I am really so excited though, I don't believe I've ever heard you talk about a girl with so much love and care showing through. It's obvious that she's very special to you, and if she makes you happy, then she's already family as far as I'm concerned.
Now, don't let your dad give you a hard time. You know him, he'll try and tease the both of you mercilessly, but I know of all people, you can handle him alright. And let me know if you want me to bring or cook anything. I know you'll want to be in charge for the most part, but since you've never been so inclined to showing a great interest in cooking, I'll be ready to assist you in preparing your first Thanksgiving feast if you'll want me to. And before you ask, yes, I will be making some pumpkin pie. I know my men's stomach well enough to be aware that I won't get a minute of peace for a year if I forget it, like four years ago. Do you know that your dad still mentions it sometimes?
I have to get running now sweetie, I've got a bride going catatonic over invitation inscriptions that were done hot pink instead of fuschia. I hope your Cheyenne will have more sense when it comes to planning your wedding (it's comments like that I promise not to make in front of her honey).
Give us a call whenever you can, and write back when you have time.
With all my love,
Mom
P.S.: Your father says to save some time for some man time when we come, whatever that means. Sometimes I wonder how we don't live in a cave. Don't you?