Butter and Honey on a Biscuit

Keri and I went to one of our favorite breakfast places one day this past weekend, The Cricket Cafe on Belmont. We have been going there for years. Christine, the manager and the gal who has chatted us up and served us breakfast for many years asked us what we were doing this weekend and I said, "Remember when you used to ask us that and we'd say something about taking Garrison to his basketball or soccer game?". She did remember that and we chatted about getting older and how fast time goes by. Then she asked about Waffles. We looked at each other and didn't really say anything and then looked at her and she knew.

She said, "Oh my gosh what happened? When?". And that is when I defer to Keri, because I would rather have her answer in a way that suits her comfort level. Let's be honest, Keri was the preferred puppy momma and when Waffles was growing up I still had Garrison to raise, so my focus was more on him and naturally Keri's was more on Waffles. I was the preferred boy momma. We both shared in raising both boys, but there's no doubt about what we all know. I wouldn't feel comfortable sharing this if we weren't all in the know and completely ok with this description.

There is no doubt that Waffles was integral in my process of allowing Garrison to move away when he was 16. Waffles was there for me on all those days when I missed my boy and longed to wrap my arms around him. It was not the same as hugging Garrison, but it definitely was of great comfort. I remember coming home after seeing a teenage boy walking down Hall Blvd with his bike in the pouring rain. I was crying and Waffles greeted me at the door with such love and no questions. I knew Garrison was not here, but I still double checked for a while every time I drove passed a teenaged boy walking. My heart wanted so badly for one of those boys to be Garrison, so I could just pull over and say, Hey son jump in the car Momma will take you home.

Then I had to laugh when I thought about actually doing that to some poor unsuspecting teenaged boy. No, I never did it, but just the thought of it did make me smile instead of cry. Ya wanna know what else is funny? This blog was going to be about butter and honey on a biscuit. I guess I'm still processing feelings about Waffles and so it seems, Garrison too. It's getting better.