A sharp gust of wind blew my hair across my eyes as I crossed the road towards the Royal Courts of Justice. As I brushed it away, suddenly there he was walking towards me.
Smart in his dark blue suit, purple shirt, tie flapping in the stiff breeze, he was over 6' tall, broad shouldered with heart-stoppingly blue eyes, dark flowing locks curling slightly to his shoulders. He saw me and smiled straight into my eyes.
'Hello Mum,' he said, hugging me. 'Lovely to see you. Let's go and have lunch.'
My 25 year old son, on his birthday.
How lovely for you, Marianne. I have three daughters and never really felt the urge for a son but in retrospect, it would have been good, I think.
ReplyDeleteAh, Marianne, you keep writing about these lovely-sounding men. When are you going to send one my way? ;)
ReplyDeleteAh, our sons! My elder makes me feel a million dollars when he takes me out in his red alpha romeo with the soft top down.
ReplyDeleteNow, he is to take us to r Glyndebourne (sorry, not sure about the spelling!)
Wow! My heart missed a beat! Did you feel thrilled? Lucky you.
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My heart missed a beat too Pig. There are real compensations for having grown up sons, as Beatrice so rightly says. Something for you to look forward to.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes think it might have been nice to have a daughter too Lizzie, but like you, it was never an issue. Just glad to have the lovely boys I have.
He spent 3 years in the North East M&M, did you not spot him up there?
I know how you feel Marianne - my eldest is only 16, but he's 6'4" blond and drop dead handsome, but then I am his mother. I love going out with him and having to look up to speak to him.
ReplyDeleteSons! You can't beat them.
Hope you're feeling better Marianne.
ReplyDeleteGet tucked up in front of BBC2's Daphne du Maurier night.
Just discovered your site. I'm also having issues about Ritalin (partly why I started my own blog). Really hope it works out for you. Lovely writing. Also enjoyed promise of lovely grown up son at end of it....
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ReplyDeleteSounds as if you've done a great job with your boys, Marianne!
ReplyDeleteCathy, I have good days and bad days. Today started badly with my youngest son, but I hope it will all turn out right in the end.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to meet your son, Secretary, he sounds gorgeous.
Thanks M&M, feeling better now.
Omega Mum, thanks for dropping in and good luck with the issues. There are no easy answers. We're looking at diet at the moment, but it's not easy to get him to co-operate.
A nasty sting in the tail on this day. There were absolutely no parking spaces in the local staion carpark, so I tucked my car out of the way, put a payment ticket on it and hoped for the best. The alternative would have been to miss lunch with my son.
ReplyDeleteMeteor-uk.com however have no heart and soul and have turned down my appeal for the waiver of their iniquitous charge for parking outside a marked bay. Shame on them.
For shame Meter-uk.com - we should all join together and start a campiagn for you Marianne.
ReplyDeleteYes please, lets bloggerise the lot of them.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. Your blog post and your comments make me want to go and have a baby and hope it is a boy!
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Nice to meet you snuffleupagus. Hope you do, and it is. Or not as the case may be. They are all wonderful, frustrating, ultimately very rewarding. The biggest journey of your life.
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