The best Saturdays are those spent with the people we love. Sometimes that happens within just a few miles of home, and at other times the Volvo wends its way westward, toward the waves. Because seeing the rather stunning son almost always involves waves.
So, we faced this:
...in order to find this:
I do not like the driving part. And laboring through the SoCal traffic nightmare always makes me wish just a teensy-weensy bit that we had a nice friend with a nice airplane. But then I would probably be afraid of the airplane too. So there's nothing for it but to say our prayers and just plough on through.
You don't see it here, but just to the left of the Rather Stunning were huge numbers of other surfers, all crowding the waves and jockeying for position. I did not know how they could find a scrap of wave upon which to ride, there were so many of them. But strangely, they did. To the right there was a clot of beginning surfers, searching for a scrap of their own wave, and mostly failing. But up they scrambled, over and over again. It was really rather sweet.
At first, I didn't know how I could keep tabs on my own experienced surfer out there, hidden amongst the many. We joked that he really should have a helium balloon tied to his toe and hovering, in order to mark him out. A bright, pink, bulging, glittering blob of a balloon with a large black arrow pointing downward at him, with the words, "Here I am MOM!" But strangely, I did pick him out of the crowds. Mothers can, you know - they can tell which one is theirs no matter if there are a thousand other black-clad, mostly young men out there flailing about and disappearing beneath the waves. We know which head belongs to us.
And there was someone else to see on our westward trek, today. Someone else to plough through traffic for. Someone else who knows and loves the rather stunning son, and who is, herself, rather stunning.
Yay and Hooray!
Because life sometime brings along with it some terrifically wonderful people who make the journey that much sweeter!
Every mother's dream.
See you along the way!
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