*I haven't posted in so long, nor typed on a regular keyboard, that I have lost the skills required. Also, my netbook doesnt add in the apostrophes for me.*
You all know my daughter got married last November, right? She married Lovely Young Man, and they are happily ensconced in the house across the street from us. Lovely Young Man has a new, full-time job, and they own their house, and the New Mrs. has a job she loves.
Every parent out there is sighing with me. What a wonderful thing; to know your child is moved on safely and happily, but not so far as to be painfully separated.
My son, on the other hand...well, he is still a bit up in the air as to location, but the girl? She is a doll. She is smart and funny and beautiful, and they are crazy about each other. I could not have hoped for a better partner for my boy. The fact that they currently live about 2,000 miles apart? We'll call that a hiccup. A minor irritation (for me, at least. I'm sure they find this obstacle to be more than a minor pain).
But they both seem determined to see this through until such time as they can be in the same place together. I am so happy for them, yet I ache for them both when they must separate after each week or two together. Since December of 2011, they have been in the same place at the same time for a grand total of about six weeks, not including her current visit of two weeks.
So: No sighing for this one just yet, but it still feels good.