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.
x
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Concentrate on the happy memories. There will be more visits in the future, I’m sure. 🙂
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Thanks, Sylvia, I will. And yes, I can’t wait to meet them again.
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have a nice Saturday
much love…
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You too, dear.
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I can sense your sadness. Best go bake a cake!
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Will you help me eat it then? 🙂
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How sad that they have gone, but what a wonderful time you all seem to have had. 🙂
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It was nice having them around, Elaine. My house was alive once again.
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Homemade goodies and the kids helping – wonderful!
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Hannah helped studiously and with much enthusiasm. Including unpacking groceries and weeding the garden. 🙂
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I can totally relate to your post today.
Thinking of you Marion. “New treasured memories” is a lovely phrase.
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tight hugs
And thank you, for more than you know.
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