Keep in mind, before I show you the bed that will be ours for the next several days, that not that long ago this son was sleeping on sheets that hadn't been changed in a dog's age, with nothing more than a worn and faded Notre Dame comforter that he's had since he was in grade school to constitute what finer folks would call "bed linens."
Mothers of young boys, take heart; they DO grow up. Because look at my boy's bed now.
The funny thing is that yesterday morning, about an hour after my husband and I got on the road to make the long trip down here, it hit me that maybe it would have been a good idea to bring along a couple of bath towels, just to be safe. Twenty-something bachelors, in my husband's and my experience thus far, aren't apt to have many clean ones about. Oh well, I thought, if worse comes to worse, we can always run out to Wal-Mart and buy some, or borrow a couple from my husband's sister, who lives a few doors down. But not to worry: there was a set of brand-new, freshly-laundered bath towels sitting there atop the comforter. Towels that actually matched the lovely bedding!
As if the comfy digs weren't enough to make us feel welcome, there was a gift bag sitting there atop the comforter, along with a card signed by both boys and their darling girlfriends; and inside the bag we found a bottle of wine, two wine glasses from a local vineyard, chocolates, and a list of vineyards to visit if we're looking for something fun to do during the day while our boys are at work. It's like we booked a room at the best B & B ever!
And in the kitchen, there are Calvin & Hobbes drawings, by son #4 and his girlfriend, on the dry erase note board.