I called the farm on my way home and he answered the phone. "Oh, you're out there!" "Yes. Did you expect me to be somewhere else?" "Um... well, yeah. I was waiting for you to call me."
I had turned into the driveway of the engineering school (I cut through their parking lot sometimes) and there's a stormwater pond behind it. Canadian geese hang out when there's water in there, but I've never known them to nest there. So imagine my surprise when I saw this:
Darling Man was making dinner when I arrived home and was just about to serve me a bowl of some rather amazing smelling chicken noodle soup when the phone rang. Mom.
"I've just gotten home with enough food to feed an army. Why don't you guys come out here for dinner?" Darling Man had an early day the next day and it was a school night for ZBoy, but I said sure, got in the car and drove out there by myself.
John looked in fine fettle (though a little tired - it had been a long day), and we talked a lot about different things. Even though we are both closer to 50 than to 40, I am still amazed at how grownup he is. That's an emotional amazement. I am the big sister. But he is the parent of three nearly grown children, commander of an Army base, and holds more degrees than I can shake a stick at.
Walker is still in high school. He is also incredibly smart, just like his older siblings. I don't know what his interests are, but he can apparently fall into character very convincingly. I asked if acting was something he was interested in, but he claims no. This is something he does for friends and family, but can't imagine doing it for the world at large. We'll see, Cletus. We'll see.
It's funny, being an aunt to these people. They are family, but I hardly know them - and I suspect rather strongly that they are definitely worth knowing. I never had any kind of relationship with them previously. They live away with their mom and we only ever see them when John brings them down, which is usually a flyby kind of visit. But we are all FaceBook friends - and in a way, closer than we have ever been. I enjoy reading their thoughts (even if some of them don't make sense to me), and interacting with them there. Sometimes I think that if it weren't for FB, they would grow up and fly off into the world without ever knowing anything about them except that they are part of my own gene pool.
John, on the other hand, was the brother right behind me. We grew up together and apart (apparently there was great resentment on my part when he showed up) - worst enemies and best friends. I am happy to say that the enemy days are long behind us. They pretty much ended when we became teenagers. And I'm glad. He's a great adult and a wonderful friend.
Even if he makes me look like a midget.