and I am not worried a bit---maybe I'm being overly optimistic. I do hope I don't end up disappointed. We are having great-niece's first birthday party. difficult child called the other night to say he had bought a shirt to wear---it has Bert and Ernie with ballons, a cake, and "Let's Party" on it. I had to smile at the thought of my 18 year old, six ft. 2 inch son wearing a Bert and Ernie shirt! He has no other plans but to spend some time with us. It should be interesting, seeing that we haven't spent any quality time with him in years outside of probation appts, dr. appts, and the like and even then he never said more than 2 words. Now, when he is on the phone, you can't get him to stop talking. He calls every other night at about 11 pm since I sent his cell phone to him (after he had sent me the money for that month's bill) to tell me he loves me and he hopes I sleep well. I'm excited to see him. I feel no dread, an anxiety, no fear---what a wonderful feeling to look forward to seeing my son---MY SON---three months ago I called him husband's son all the time. What a difference a little time can make, huh? I'm dancing all over the place with happiness.