Monday, July 26, 2010

Unfettered Joy

As my granddaughter would put it, my son was uber excited. According to the Urban Dictionary: Uber. The ultimate, above all, the best, top, something that nothing is better than. Yes, he was uber happy. 

One final walk through and the house would be theirs. Inspections by plumber, electricians, property inspectors, and I wouldn't have been surprised to see a doctor walk through. This house had seen them all passing and/or failing with each visit. Oh, for the love of a house.

My son had had quite a year. He and Lisa were married in January, both in shows in the spring, Lisa got a new job, James set the new musical he is writing into motion. Trips were made back ease when Lisa's father passed away and her grandmother turned 90.

"What do you think of this one," my son emailed me. One more house. He had always dreamed of having an old house to fix-up. At least every couple of weeks, I would hear a beep on my computer and another picture of an old house would appear.

"We're not going to go look at it," he later wrote after receiving my oooo's and ah's. "We just moved here. Anyway we have too much going on."

A little later. "Mom, we're going to look at the house. You want to go along?"

Yesterday, we did a final walk-through. After paper signing in about an hour, the house will be theirs. They go into it knowing the needs of the house. They go into it wanting this to be the home they live in for the rest of their lives.

I was afraid that my daughter-in-law was going along with my son in this dream, and it wasn't hers.

"No, I love the house. I am just focused on what we need to do today," she said.

"Our family gets a bit excited," I explained trying control my enthusiasm.

We were about to leave the house when my son took off running around the huge, treed front yard. He laughed and pranced like a young colt turned loose in the meadow. Unfettered joy. Yes, our family does tend to show our happiness.

My grandchildren will grow up in this home. My granddaughters will play in the backyard with their cousins. My son and his wife will paint and live with sawdust off and on. This small house will grow over time when the attic becomes bedrooms. Memories will be gathered here as they sit on the old porch swing that once resided on a farm on Neff Road.

As I watched my son, my heart soared with unfettered love.

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