My house is quiet.
Really, really quiet.
Quite a change from a week ago when this place was buzzing with activity.
I had kids in and out of the house at all hours – we ate everything on a bun – and there was laughter well into the night.
Then it was over. In the blink of an eye – by plane, train and automobile – they were gone.
My nephew Sammy left first – by automobile, followed by Kimmer and her gang.
A few days later we said goodbye to Lainers at her grandma’s house. And cried.
Yesterday morning Matt flew to Summit Ministries headquarters in Colorado to start work and Dagmar took the train to Aunt Julie’s for a visit.
And the house was quiet.
Now, when Pedro leaves in the morning with Jan for his summer job, I have 2 children.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it. 🙂
But I’d also be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m glad this is temporary – because deep down there’s a sadness knowing that someday the house will always be this quiet.
And that someday is getting closer.
Cherish every moment.