This is happening in my backyard today. Two twenty-something best buds hanging out. Literally. And seeing them there, swinging in those hammocks, is good for my soul in so many ways.
I can’t even remember when Jordan became a part of us. There’s a face in my memory. Chubby cheeks, big brown eyes. He’s maybe seven or eight. Squirrelly. Happy. Not much different from now, just younger. And sometime along the way he worked himself from birthday party guest list to just-like-a-brother, and almost-a-son.
He started calling us Mom and Dad and helping himself to the fridge, and that’s when we knew. He’s here to stay. And that’s okay. It goes both ways, and if it’s chore day, Jordan knows to pitch in like family. And the truth is, he usually pitches in even better, setting a standard of cheerful labor for the rest of us to follow.
He’s a frequent guest at our table, and welcome. Usually. As long as we’re not having Thai burgers with just enough for the family and no extras. That’s when someone might subtly suggest a quick run to Chipotle. But mostly dinner is better when Jordan’s around. Especially lately. He brings joy to our table on days when we’re stressed, and even the grumpiest teen lightens up a bit when Jordan’s in our midst.
A while back Jordan introduced us to a TV show that became a family obsession. Psych, featuring Shawn and Gus. Detectives of sorts, and best buds. And there’s a quote in the last episode (the one that made us all cry.) If Luke was here he’d recite it for me easily, but since he’s not around at the moment I had to look it up on YouTube just now. Shawn is proposing to Juliet, and Gus is there, too, helping out. And… Jules, will you marry us? Me? Mostly me? Even though Gus is always going to be part of the deal. And someday he’ll have his own Juliet.
And I remember Kiana was here watching with us, and all of us looked at her and laughed. That’s going to be you, someday. Marrying Grant and Jordan. And we’re kidding, of course, but only sort of.
It’ll be all brothers and Jordan standing with Grant in the wedding. Two blood brothers, two adopted, one brother-of the-bride, and one honorary closer-than-a-brother.
It hit me the other day. One more thing to make me weepy. And I can’t even write it now. What happens when Grant moves to Des Moines? Will Jordan still show up for dinner?
So, Jordan. I’m not sure if you ever read the BoyMom blog. But if you do. If you are… How about this? Right here and right now I’m extending the invitation. The door will stay open. The fridge is all yours. And somehow we’ll be sure there’s an extra helping at dinner. Even a Thai burger, just for you. Whenever. Forever. You’re always welcome. Please come and hang out.