I missed you, Ravi

Dear Ravi,

Your dad and I spent a wonderful week in Virginia. We flew into Richmond and stayed a few days with April and Rick, who are the husband and wife team who married us. I have known April since infancy and when she was 15 and my very first babysitter. I firmly believe that without April and Aunt Pidge, I would not have had a female to bond with. I am forever thankful. After a few days with the April and Rick we went to Fredericksburg to see Etta, Denny, Mom Sue, and Celia. Etta and I have been friends and running partners since 1991. We were roommates the year of 1992-1993. Years have gone by but we still keep in touch. We spent Thanksgiving with them last year, right after losing you, and the whole family gave us a soft place to land. This was a happier trip.

It is haying season in Virginia and all farmers are busy. Etta quickly taught your daddy how to drive a tractor. Red, who had come over to help said when he saw Robert driving the tractor solo, he looked “proud as a peacock”. Farming definitely is good for your daddy. He said he saw a cardinal in the back part of the field and knew it was you checking in to say “hi”. He also saw a 6 foot black snake, tons of bunnies and some hawks. I saw dozens of dragon flies which told me that Jonathon was nearby. The next day was time to bale hay. We got several turns of the 200 acres done before the baler decided to up and quit. We all spent a lot of time pulling hay out of the gears and trying to convince it to go again. No luck. Red and Etta went back to Red’s farm to get his baler and got some more of the field done before it got dark. When Mom Sue was not baling hay she was kicking my rear end in Scrabble. It was so fun to tag after her, doing farm wife chores and listening to her stories. After a competitive game of Scrabble, we went back out in the field to rake hay. She is a very spry 78-year-old who can rake twice as much hay as I can without missing a beat. Truly amazing.

That night your daddy and I took Denny and Etta out for Mexican. All of us were too tired to even think about preparing a meal. By 10 pm we were all sound asleep in bed. Farming will do that to you. Two of the three mornings we were there, Etta and I got up at 6am and ran trails. Sweet boy, I have not trail run since 2023 and it was awesome. I can still run! I am not fast, I am not pretty, but I can chug right along. Running trails with my best friend gave me such unspeakable joy.

We returned yesterday and the pets were very happy to see us. I immediately reserved Chris, our house sitter, for Thanksgiving week so we can return to Virginia. Last night I heard from Celia that Red’s baler had caught on fire. Luckily, they were able to move the tractor away in time, a fire truck came, and no one was hurt. All good things. Oh, I forgot to tell you, the other morning on the way to work, Denny got hit by a buck. It dented in the driver side door and made the front fender look most unhappy, but he is okay. They have a rental car as his car will be in the shop for a couple or weeks.

So, my dear boy, that is the summary of our last week. I am glad you and Jonathon made it to Virginia. Apparently, my southern accent has come back. People keep commenting on my “cute accent”. I guess that they are not used to people who say y’all, or ma’am. Oh well, we will see how long my accent stays. I rather like it. Ravi, I love you tons and miss you. I know that you are flying free. I will look for you with the cardinals. Love you to the moon and back. Mom.