Maddie and Katie are down the street playing at a neighbor’s house. I dropped them off with a kiss and a hug and a reminder to be good.
I came home to tidy up the house, put dinner in the oven, and make myself a cup of coffee. I have some work and some writing that I’d like to have finished tomorrow. It feels strange to be alone in this quiet, quiet house.
I often wish for a moment of peace and quiet. I wish I had an hour to myself. I wish I could write and work in silence, without interruption.
Here I sit. Peace and quiet. An hour to myself. Time to write in silence, without interruption.
I already miss their laughter and their silliness. I miss their voices muffled from down the hall. I miss Katie’s questions and Maddie’s hugs. I miss their smiles and their sounds and their presence.
I drink my coffee and type my words. The smell of a pot roast fills the empty house and the minutes tick by. Soon, it will be time to pick them up and bring them home.
It doesn’t feel like home without them here.
They are my home.