I Miss Them

The house is so quiet that we can hear Six's toenails when he walks into the living room.

The quiet is nice but I miss the laughter shared by the three generations of our family.

Late last night (well, almost early this morning), Lise and I were whispering in the hall outside her bedroom about what time she was going to leave in the morning. She said that she would like to be on the road by 9:30 so she was going to set her alarm for 8:00AM. As she scrolled through the menu on her cell phone, she mistakenly activated a tone. We both started giggling since we were trying so hard to not wake any of the seven people already asleep. The more we tried to stop the harder we laughed. Soon tears were running down our faces.

This is one of the things I will miss.

My sixteen-year-old grandson and I played several games one afternoon while the rest were out and about. He and I have played double solitaire since he was old enough to understand the game. We also played Racko and Bananagrams, the latter is our favorite.

This is one of the things I will miss.

One of my thirteen-year-old granddaughters buffed my nails while we watched Despicable Me.

This is one of the things I will miss.

My other thirteen-year-old granddaughter showed me all the shapes she could make with the Bucky Balls we gave her.

This is one of the things I will miss.

My twelve-year-old grandson immediately wanted to build the Lego-version of Fallingwater that we gave him.

This is one of the things I will miss.

My youngest granddaughter hugged the globe with such delight that my Sweetie and I gave her for Christmas.

This is one of the things I will miss.

But what I will miss most is just being in their company.