I wait for her car to drive up the driveway at night, but it doesn't. I listen for the door to open after she gets off work, but it doesn't. I look to see if my bed fills up with teenage girls on Friday nights, laughing and talking about the game... it doesn't.
Some days feel so quiet. Most days. The daily news of who dates whom and who called and who is coming over and who is meeting at Starbuck's doesn't come either.
I like not having to get anyone to school in the mornings, not doing as much laundry, not worrying about fixing healthy meals (or pizza!)... but I'd take all of that to have her back here with me.
She is so happy now. And I'm truly happy for her. But I miss her.
Friday, September 19, 2008
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