Three months into our empty nest and I am feeling the emptiness.
I’m surprised that I never noticed how similar those two words sound.
Our house feels empty.
My days feel emptier.
The girls came home from college last weekend with a bunch of friends. I fell gratefully into my mom role—preparing a delicious homemade dinner for them including an apple crisp; making a big breakfast in the morning with a fresh fruit salad; taking them shopping for clothes, shoes and food.
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What I loved about writing this is that I wasn’t even aware of what I was thinking or feeling until I wrote my way into it.