We spent the evening waiting for presents that didnt arrive, the drive too long to attempt when he was tired from the day of garage saleing and waiting around a country auction. Navarh was on one of his guitar designing missions, so instead of the dinner promised, pizza came and then one baby was cuddled off to sleep. She sang to us this night.
I slept on his side of the bed for the first time I remember and he noticed as soon as he walked in, smiling at the knowledge of being missed.
The presents were worth the overnight wait, hed found things that would be both useful and loved.
I told him he had done nothing wrong.*
* a family saying we use instead of praise.