I heard something at 4:30 AM. Was it the heater? Was it the dog? Or was it M sneaking back into the house?
Staring into the darkness, my thoughts ran amok.
But ten minutes into the quiet frenzy, order to this storm of anticipation took shape in the heart of my mother’s covenant…
I will go upstairs with a flashlight, get close to his face, and smell his breath. (SIDE NOTE – To all of M’s friends who read this…I don’t expect you to be able to comprehend my actions, but when you are parents of teenagers, perhaps you’ll understand me better.) Back to the plan:
- If that familiar sour smell is permeating from his body and breath, this holiday break will signify the beginning of my new advance.
- If what I hope and pray happens during this early-morning assessment, then today will be Day 3 of a great Christmas Furlough.