It’s the night before my three girls leave for Florida, and everyone (but me at the moment) is participating in Friday movie night. My wonderful sister-in-law is sleeping over, and she and my in-laws will be taking the girls there tomorrow. The hubby and I will be alone for the first time in a long time, and certainly the first time ever for this amount of time.
It’s curious. I was excited about this trip for a long time, looking forward to some quiet, productive and adventurous time alone, and yet tonight I’m blue.
I’m going to miss them.
It’s been a tough summer in some ways. Nothing terrible has happened by any means, but I’ve reached a point in my life where I’ve begun to appreciate “time” more than anything else. More than any thing else. With each year that passes I hear more and more about people my age facing really terrible dilemmas, illnesses and problems – and I realize how meaningless ‘things” are. Really, time and each other are the most important things we have as humans.
My three girls are the most important things in my life. If I have ever looked forward to time passing quickly it is this coming week. I want them all to have the best time possible, and I want time to fly so that I can snuggle with them again on movie night.