solid soup

Carter said  thank you today.  Said thank you for the soup, that was good.  Thank you for the Nyquil.  I said it is because I love you.  So so much!  This is true, but there was something in the thanking that I didn’t know I needed to hear.  So nice, so home.  I realize he is watching me in the up and down.  Phone call after phone call.  Pause the show, stir the soup.  Sit down, stand up.  My ripples don’t rock his boat.  My movements don’t disturb him.  He sits still, like a rock.  He takes it in.  He puts away the dishes and comes to the door to say goodbye.  He is here, in the knowing.  He will be here when I return.  He is: solid.