Something that Sis said yesterday when I told her about M, just before she ordered me to leave Boy with her for the night, has stuck with me all day.
Laura gave me her blessing; she released me to live my life. It was past time, according to Sis, for me to release her as well; to let her have her rest.
And so it is.
Last night went extremely well, or at least well enough that M has agreed to grace me with her presence at least once more.
We started with dinner out and ended with a movie at her place. She ended up having to go in to work the next day so the evening ended at ten.
I called to tell her I made it home safely and wish her a good night and we ended up talking on the phone for quite a while. I'm not much of a phone talker, but I like to think I held up my end of the conversation. We spoke until the wee hours of the morning, something that I haven't done in quite some time.
Before we hung up I invited her here, and she accepted.
The house is cleaner than it has been in a very long time. There are still 3 guys and a dog here, so the place isn't spotless, but at least the clutter isn't completely covered in dust.
The dog has been washed (quite against his will) and the lasagna is in the oven.
She will be here in an hour. Tonight I feel no trepidation.