"When will you know?"
"I'm not sure; it depends on what's going on here."
In other words, I'll wait till the very last minute and then weigh my options and consider my choices and then go to the place where I think I'll have more fun.
So late Friday my son decides that this weekend it'll be Manhattan.
Alexander arrives sometime on Saturday while I'm at work.
I know he's reached New York when I get a text around 5: Let's do sushi tonight.
I don't make it home until 8:15. My son and sushi are both waiting for me. My son is so happy to see me; now he can finally eat. He greets me with: "I'm starving; I almost couldn't wait."
It's been six weeks since Alexander was last home. We talk often, but seeing him is obviously so much better. Even if it's only an hour over dinner and one episode of Law and Order: SVU. I'm happy to take what I can get.
Soon I'm in my room and Daniel is over. They leave just as I'm falling asleep. I'm long past the days of going out at eleven.
And that's about it for seeing my son this weekend.
Alexander wakes me to let me know he's home safely.
Sunday morning I see him briefly before leaving for work. He doesn't have time for breakfast.
Today I'm organizing some photos and come across this one of Alexander. My son will be 24 in a few weeks. He's only two years younger than his father was when I first met him in 1989.
As Alexander gets older, the resemblance between father and son grows stronger.
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| Eric in 1993, age 29; Alexander age two months |
I'm in there somewhere. I'm just not sure where.
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