One day recently, Dylan and I were in the backyard, playing in the sandbox. Dylan was talking (as always), and said something funny, and I laughed.
"You always make me laugh! What did I ever do before you?", I asked him.
"Well... you were married to Daddy!", he exclaimed.
"Yes, that's right", I answered.
"What DID you and Daddy do?", he asked, trying to imagine what we could possibly have done that didn't include him.
"Well, we worked, and we went out to eat, and to see movies, and did stuff with our friends".
"Did you have fun?", he asked.
"Yes, we had lots of fun, but then you were born, and things changed, but we still have lots of fun".
"Tell me about the day I was born", he asked. This was new. He never asked me about that before.
"On that day, Mommy and Daddy rushed to the hospital because you were in a hurry to be born! (I skipped over some stuff here). When you were born, I was so happy, and I thought you were the most amazing thing I ever saw. I held you, and stared at you, and touched your soft skin. Your daddy was so happy, and he just kept staring at you and smiling..."
"HOW happy were you and Daddy?", Dylan interrupted.
"Well, Dylan, we were so happy we felt like we would burst! We had wanted you for such a long time, and you were finally here".
He was finally quiet for a few moments, taking it all in. Then, he looked up at me, smiled, and said, "I'm glad I'm here. I like it here".
My eyes filled with tears, thinking of all those months years ago, after my fiance, Doug, died. At that time, I didn't want to die, but I certainly wasn't happy to be "here". I wasn't sure I would ever be "okay" again, let alone happy. As I sat there, crying and smiling at my son's sweet face, I thought of all the joy he and Jim have brought to my life.
"Dylan, I like it here, too. More than I can say".