After a year-and-a-half in residential treatment, and then a year before that living full-time with his dad, Luca is home.
Franny and I picked him up from the airport yesterday. He’s calm, polite, and respectful. After dinner last night, I made him a bowl of mac ‘n cheese for a late night snack. We hugged goodnight and this morning, I watched him shuffle downstairs to the kitchen.
Franny had been up early cooking and the smell of butter, sugar and lemon was in the air.
“You’re just in time for The Big Pancake!“ she said to Luca.
Franny, Kevin and Luca sat down at the breakfast table. I poured them all orange juice.
Soon I will be off to the grocery store to buy food for Christmas Eve dinner. We will host our annual Dessert Party this afternoon.
Three years ago, I wasn’t sure I would ever have a relationship with Luca again. But starting in January, Luca will begin staying with us every other weekend. The once extraordinary is beginning to feel ordinary.
Today, I’m thankful for Luca’s homecoming.