This is my first time participating in Lori's (of Write Mind Open Heart) Perfect Moment Mondays. But since I have been in an awful mood today (nothing really has happened, I'm just feeling agitated and irritated - could be because AF is in town) and I got some good news this evening, I thought I would choose today to start participating.
I should probably take a moment to explain (probably again) about my siblings and myself. There are four of us in total. Charlie (of course, these are aliases, because I would like to live to see my children - just think of this as their call signs) is my only sister and she is 11 1/2 years older than me. Wolfman (Yup, I have a Top Gun theme going on) is my baby brother who is 12 1/2 years older than me. Goose (who, as a young Marine, bore a striking resemblance to Anthony Edwards circa 1985) is the eldest and the first boy. He is almost 15 years older than I am (I was born in November and he turned 15 in February following).
Finally, along came Polly. Well, okay, it was really just me, Lynn. But I was a miracle baby, I tell you! A miracle baby! If not for Louise Brown's history making birth as the first child born via IVF conception, I would have been famous! My mom had had her tubes tied after my sister was born, but then had a miscarriage, so she went on birth control pills. It really didn't matter though, because I was determined to get her and was born in spite of both of these things. I had big things to accomplish. But - really - that's a story for another day.
Back to my Perfect Moment Monday. So, this story is really about Goose. When Goose was 18, he joined the Marines and left home. Two years later, he met and married his wife (who was from New York) and a year later they had my nephew. When Goose had finished his time in the Corps, the family moved to her home in New York. Over the years, they have lived many places: New York; St. Thomas, Virgin Islands; Georgia; New York again; Pennsylvania; and finally, New Jersey. Goose's visits home have been sporadic, not because he didn't want to visit, but because money has always been tight. His last time home was almost five years ago when our dad was seriously ill and we didn't know if he was going to live. Daddy was unconcious the whole time Goose was home, so he has no memory of seeing him then. Daddy's last memory of seeing Goose was when he was home for Christmas six years ago.
Today, The Hubs and I were invited to my Mom and Dad's house for dinner. When we got there, my mom was on the phone with Goose. She was talking excitedly and was motioning for me to sit down on the couch as she finished up the call. Once the call was completed, she told The Hubs and I the good news: a week from this coming Saturday, Goose will be coming home for a visit!!
For me, that is my Perfect Moment Monday. My big brother will be home in a week and a half's time for the first visit in nearly 5 years. I don't think Monday's get any more perfect!