The decorations are (mostly) down, daughters have safely returned to their homes away from here, and as a bonus...I have a cold. Yep, the party is most definitely over.
Even though we're entering the second week of a new year I've had a daughter at home. Life remained in holiday mode around here until yesterday.
Yesterday reality burst my bubble.
I guess it was time.
Daughter1 had to head back to work right after Christmas, but Daughter2 is still in grad school which meant an extra week spent at home.
With her momma.
Where daughters belong, but I digress.
She is such sweet company. We like a lot of the same things-cooking, playing games, shopping, and talking about life over long leisurely lunches. She's 22, but still lets me hold her hand. Daughter2 has been teaching me to play the piano, and just when I begin to feel like a lost cause she's patient and makes me laugh.
I don't know if I'll ever actually 'play', but I will treasure the memory of the lessons.
We went to see Les Mis on Friday, and she didn't even make fun of me (much) for mis-reading the start time. We sat in the quiet dark theatre by ourselves for an hour at 10 in the morning, and we gabbed the minutes away until the actual start time.
Les Mis. We loved it. A mesmerizing tale of love and hate and cruelty, of forgiveness and redemption. The music is haunting and beautiful. Go see it.
We had a fun dinner out on Friday night eating our favorite Thai food, and again on Saturday night dining in a favorite Italian restaurant. Hubs and I have made a pact that its grilled chicken and salads for the rest of the month. Well, the rest of the week anyway.
Yesterday we trekked to the airport for daughter2's flight home. As we stood at the security checkpoint, my love-hate relationship with United departures was confirmed. On the one hand, this spot has been the gateway to some wonderful adventures. On the other, it feels like the place where I am forever telling my girls goodbye, watching them maneuver computers and luggage and boarding passes as they re- take their place in a grown up world.
Our house is quiet most of the year. I can do quiet. In fact I like quiet, except when I don't. When daughters come home, a lightness you didn't know was missing seeps into the rooms and spaces you live in every day. They fill the quiet with something soft and warm and right.
That elusive something lingers here today...in scraps of paper left behind, bathroom sinks to be cleaned, and linens to be washed. Today it's back to the routine of everyday life. I awoke this morning to a pink painted sky...
...a gentle reminder that everyday life is beautiful too.
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