My son's first solo visit to the house was fun and lasted longer than I thought.
Oh, he's been here lots of times in the past, but this was the first time he's been here since he got his driver's license nearly three years ago. All our visits since then had been over in his home town.
That's one of the reasons his call Saturday was such a surprise.
Anyway, he made the driver over here, finding out it's not really all that far and not that bad of a drive. Not quite an hour and a half driving the speed limit. He found out that, from Mercer where he goes to school, we're the family that's closest in both time and distance.
Lots of old time memories came flooding back. We got to watch both the Falcons and the Braves lose. Just like the old days.
And throwing the football around in the front yard. Only this time, it wasn't me throwing it. My grandson, who had his first football game the day before, came over and saw my son (he sort of remembered him) and went and got his football. I watched the two of them throwing the ball around and it reminded me of my throwing the ball around with my son.
Afterwards, the grandson went back home, and my son and I went back to the Braves game (thanks, Braves, for playing 18 innings so we could catch that way-too-familiar ending). We cooked hamburgers for supper (he ate three!) and sat and chatted for a bit.
He watched much of the first half of the Jaguars game before heading back to Macon.
Maybe he'll head back this way again for anther weekend in the future. He probably won't for a while though if he does.
But it sure would be nice.