Baking. Playing. Wii. New treasured memories.
How can silence be this deafening? Yesterday my youngest son left for the UK again, taking his charming girlfriend and her two extraordinary kids home. The house seems empty without the enthusiastic yelling over the Wii, the clapping and drumming of Donkey Konga, the smell of homemade bread, brownies, muffins and bread sticks. Without little feet that poke me in the middle of the night.
My son left again, and I’m focusing on the next meeting. Because if I don’t, I will have to apply new eye makeup.
Have a warm family weekend, all of you.