I finished watching an episode of Girlboss on Netflix, and then it hit me.
Our house seems unusually quiet tonight. The gentle hum of the fan, the distant whistle and commentary of the NFL game on TV downstairs, and that's it.
And it's weird.
For the last two month our daughter, son-in-law, and their two dogs have been living with us. Our house has been active and on the go.
But all that changed today as we moved them into their new house. Ours now seems more empty, and, well, silent.
It happened when our son lived with us a short time while he was in between living spaces too.
We love having our kids around. We enjoy the time with them, talking daily about their jobs and lives, having fun with their dogs.
And this time it seems more permanent. Probably because it is.
And I guess I'm feeling a little melancholy this evening. Happy for all for all of them and that they are in such great places in their lives, but selfishly a little sad. They don't need us as much anymore. It's like a rite of passage, and I think we are there.
So, while I enjoy the silence on most days, tonight is not one of them.
And that's okay.
I'm a lover of life, an eternal optimist, and I have an intense desire to add value through simple living and positive vibes.