We sat in the car.
We waited for a moment for the air conditioner to dissipate the humidity clinging to us like cotton candy blankets.
We looked at each other and at the dark house we had just left.
It had been a long, long drive from Phoenix to San Antonio, but seeing our son had made the butt numbing miles well worth the effort.
We'd had a fun day, laughing and visiting, and now we were getting ready to drive back to our hotel.
We sat in the dark for a moment, and I told Mr. Jenny that it felt sad when there was no-one waving goodbye.
Of course we had all hugged inside after we had made our plans for the next day...
My husband and I have a custom of standing outside and waving goodbye to our kids when they leave from any family gathering. I've been known to run down the street waving goodbye and shouting, "I love you," as their vehicles grew smaller in the distance.
I'm sure our neighbors think we're crazy, but I don't care.
You never know what might happen.
You never know if you will see someone you love again.
In the quiet, dark interior of the car, Mr. Jenny took my hand. I held onto his tightly...or perhaps I should say our hands stuck together. The humidity in Texas is pretty foreign to us desert dwellers.
We looked sadly at each other for a moment, and then he started to back out of the driveway.
Just as he did, a glorious spill of light came from the now open doorway of our son's house.
There he was silhouetted in the glow from inside!
He ran quickly out to the middle of the yard and jumped up on a large, landscaping rock.
"Goodbye! Goodbye!" he yelled. "See you tomorrow! I love you!"