Our visit to Link couldn’t have come at a better time. (Unless you ask Mario. Anytime would have been better than her birthday weekend.)
Once again, Link has been having troubles with his eyes. His contacts were irritating him to the point he finally made a doctor’s appointment. They suggested he go a few days without them. On his return visit, they suggested a week more. For Link, that means no work. And no work means no pay.
He used a few of his vacation days that he’d been saving for his birthday, which will help his paycheck. But using them for this reason isn’t fun. With no contacts, he can’t see. And the fun things he likes to do on his days off require sight.
This all occurred the week before we were due to arrive. I’d talked to him multiple times, and each time he remained positive about it all. I, on the other hand, worried greatly about him.
So on Saturday, when I saw him on the steps leading up to his apartment, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. There was my little boy, all 6 foot 3, 300 pounds of him, with a big smile on his face, seemingly as happy to see us as we were him.
His contacts were back in, and he explained that as long as he didn’t leave them in for extended periods of time, he could wear them.
We spent the first few hours of our visit in his apartment. He showed off his editing work, and expressed his thoughts on how he could possibly make money on his abridged videos.
My business savvy husband listened intently and with great pride as Link described his plans. “I know you’ve been telling me all along I should find a way to get paid for what I like to do. And now I’m starting to get it.”
Once we were caught up, we dragged his buddies out of bed for lunch. I’d met his friends briefly when I visited with Amp, but this time around, I wanted to spend quality time with them. Link was a little concerned about us treating 4 grown men to lunch. “We can eat,” he explained. “And we’re more than happy to feed you,” I responded.
As we ate, I enjoyed the banter between Link and his friends. They kiddingly ribbed each other, but underneath it all, I could see how much they cared. We laughed at their work stories and about the fact that they keep lists of customers’ names they find funny.
After we’d worn out our welcome at the restaurant, we went back to their apartment. We waited in Link’s apartment while Chad and John scrambled to get their upstairs apartment clean. Then we gathered together in their living room, all in mismatched chairs, and played online games.
As the afternoon went on, my worries about Link began to subside. He’s doing well. He’s got great friends. A decent job. He’s making good decisions, and he’s growing up. I still worry about his eyes, and the high medical bills, and the possibility things may get worse for him, but overall, he’s happy and in a good place.
The day was over all too fast. We said our goodbyes and let his friends know they’re always welcome in our home. (Don’t know where we’ll put ’em, but that’s no matter.) Link walked us out, and I hugged him long enough to last me til Christmas.
It was a quiet ride back to the hotel. I tried to keep my spirits up by looking forward to the next day – my first Cardinals away game! It didn’t take long for the little girl in me to become quite excited about watching my guys play in Cincinnati.
More on that to come….