I was visiting with my neighbor. You know, the one who has done my dishes, mowed my lawn all summer, shoveled my walks this winter and helped whenever he could, while I was feeling awful. I feel I’ve done so little in return. Amidst our random chatting he mentioned his son again. The son he hasn’t seen for 20-25 years. His wife divorced him and moved across the country, remarried. He didn’t know where they were.

So just for the heck of it, I Googled him. Found him (or at least what we thought might be him) on Facebook. I sent him a message and got a reply right away. I gave him his dad’s phone number and he wrote back saying he just tried calling but got the answering machine. I said that would be because he was sitting here next to me. lol… So my friend hustled on home and I told his new found son to call him back. He was so afraid to have me write, thinking his son might want nothing to do with him. I think we were both shocked at the immediate reply.

Yeah, that was my awesome moment for the day. I think that goes triple for William 😉 Brought back memories of how awesome it was to finally meet my son (I had put him up for adoption) after only holding him one time in the hospital.