My Darling Nat,
Tonight you are in your new home. I am back here, at your other home. When I left you, you were sitting in the middle of the white couch, grinning and sucking your thumb. I know this means you were happy.
Nat, you are such a mensch. You always do what you can. You try so hard. You figure things out and you ask when you don’t know. I hope you remember that. There’s always someone whom you can ask, someone who cares.
You lived somewhere else before: Adams Drive. It was hard for me to get used to you being there, and so we brought you home every weekend. But that was during school. You were younger then. Now you are 22, a full grown man, and you are in a home that you got to choose. At least, you chose which room was yours. And you chose your colors: dark blue and aqua. You have a new dresser, and we unpacked and filled it up quickly: underwear and socks at the very top; pants at the very bottom.
We all ate pizza and salad at the table and the counter in the kitchen. There were a lot of us: Dad, another mom, a few staff people, your roommate and your brother Ben. The pizza was good. We also enjoyed the cake, which was shaped like your new house and had a Cadbury creme egg minivan in the Hershey bar driveway. It was fun and delicious.
It felt exciting being there, with new house smells of paint, spackle, and polish. The heat was on, and so the rooms were warm enough. I decided we needed some small blankets for the couches, because you like to snuggle in them. I’ll bring them by tomorrow.
In the car ride home, Ben rode with me so that I wouldn’t cry. You know that sometimes we cry when we are happy, right? And I am happy. You are on your way, kiddo, and I am so proud of you.
Love and goodnight,