DS1 is in California with DGS who is just 5 and my DiL is pregnant with the next DGS (Yay!).
We always skype on a Saturday evening - Saturday morning their time. That way we don't interrupt any of their weekend plans. There is no time during the week when DS1 is home from work AND DGS is not in bed, so it's just this once a week.
The weekend before last we only had a quick chat because they were in the car and we couldn't really understand each other. (They had had to put off their Independence Day weekend holiday till the Saturday because the little one had been ill on the Thursday.)
So this weekend, I didn't expect them to go away - two weekends in a row seemed a bit much, even for them. I sent the usual Whatsapp at around 6 pm on Saturday, with a few follow-ups to say we were ready to skype, but neither DS1 nor DiL picked up the messages - in fact, they (the messages) stubbornly remained with one little tick in the bottom, which meant they hadn't even been received.
There was me imagining awful things happening - DiL has had miscarriages before- I was fearing the worst.
But yesterday afternoon, I finally got a message from my lovely DiL to apologise. They had been camping in a very remote spot and didn't have any reception in amongst the redwood trees. She sent me some lovely photos of their camping weekend.
About an hour later, DS1 sent a laconic reply to my Whatsapps, also apologising. Boys! I'm so grateful that I have such lovely DiL's. Without them I wouldn't know what is going on at all.
But one of the pictures made up for it. It showed DGS and DS1 sitting on little camping chairs, and the little one was whittling a stick - he looked very professional! A beautiful Daddy and son moment. I was so moved, and so proud!
Good job I didn't allow myself to express the panic I was feeling inside. It all turned out well in the end; I was so relieved. Of course, if we weren't connected by our phones, I would never have suspected anything; ignorance would have been bliss.
Sorry to go on so long. I just had to express my relief after being sick with worry all weekend.
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