I Wanted a Picture!

The boy came home on Friday afternoon and we just returned him back to college this evening.

Can I say I miss him very much???

Okay, I miss him very much!

Hubby and I were going to go get him at college after work on Friday evening.  I totally dislike driving to Buffalo after a day of work, but oh, well, I wanted to see my boy!

Ten minutes after I walked in the door on Friday after a rough and tough week at the elementary school (and a full week it was as it was the first week of having the kiddos back in the building), I got a phone call.

It was a great phone call.  I had just put on a pot of coffee and figured that DH and I would share that pot of coffee before making the 4 hour round trip.  But, alas, the phone rang and it was the boy saying, "You don't need to come pick me up."

What?  Am I dreaming?

Apparently, the boy's best friend, J, drove to Buffalo and was at the dorm to bring him home as we were speaking.

When they got home, I had J's favorite meal prepared.  I figured he really earned it.  But before the boys got into the house, I got staring at my son's hair and thinking, "What did he do?  His hair looks different!"

He spoke up and said, "How do you like my Mohawk?"

I almost fell down in the driveway (I was in the driveway, because I always run out and kiss and hug and kiss and hug him, until he says, "Aw, mom!"). 

This is the boy that when the entire high school basketball team got a Mohawk, he wouldn't.  This is the boy that when almost all the boys in his class got Mohawks just a few weeks shy of graduation, he wouldn't.

Well, I really got a good laugh, because DS keeps his hair so extremely short (think buzz cut) that there was a hardly discernible tuff of hair on the tippy top of his head.

I really wanted a picture, but every time I got the camera out this weekend, he ran, he ducked, he covered the lens.

I wanted a picture, but instead I got pictures of the walls of my living room, the clear blue sky, and the palm of his hand.

I really wanted that picture!