Harry is elated that Alex is home; elated and tired. He hasn't driven all over town or done any Christmas shopping or baking or decorating, but he's flat out pooped, just the same.
And now that his "boy" is back, Harry is shadowing Alex's movements, not wanting to miss a thing. He's had two late nights already and I can tell that by the time Alex returns to school, Harry will need a day at the spa. And so will I.
But neither us will get there.
Still, it'll be the merriest of Christmases!
May yours be bright with hope and scented with grace!