With their departure, the house is back to its pre-holiday condition, that is, quiet and dog-less; maybe a little too quiet, and a little too dog-less. I keep expecting to see my daughter downstairs, working on her computer, or reading a guide to graduate schools, or to hear the clinking of dog license and ID as a certain young dog comes up to see what I or my wife are doing.
Over the last few days, I have enjoyed having my daughters home, my in-laws in and the dog (just over a year old, Labrador retriever/rottweiler mix) running around and up and down the stairs.
And now, I miss them all. I also have come to a conclusion that many people reach a lot sooner. My daughters may come home from time to time, during the holidays, perhaps for a moment this summer; but, barring unforeseen circumstances, they are truly out on their own, making they way through this wonderful thing called life. While that thought (and multiple variations of it) had crossed my mind several times over the past few years, this year's end of the holiday season brought it home. And, the fact that we all had such a great time this year perhaps just contributes to the sense of loss.
Now, what do I (we, my wife and I) do? Sweep, vacuum, put away the decorations, p
repare a lesson for Sunday School, go work out (if the roads clear up a bit), write a little bit on my project, read, watch a little TV, send a note to my girls, think about all the fun things I/we can do this year, en fin, get on with it, get going, get off my duff, go after my goals and paddle at full speed underneath the water while keeping a calm, cool above the water demeanor.
And, until the next one, have a good one. KipK.
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