When I was a little girl, Jessie and I would go and visit our grandparents for a week in the summer. We always had a spectacular time, spending much of it hiking the Appalachian Trail with our grandfather.
Now, I wonder how my mom stood it! Hannah left this morning to spend three days being spoiled by her Aunt Jessie. I've spoken with her three times now, but I still miss her terribly.
There is this quiet where Hannah should be. Lily was down for her nap, and there was no Hannah making little Hannah-type noises, such as munching lunch or reading a book, or singing a little made-up Hannah song.
There was no drama over going down for a nap, no crumbs left on the kitchen table from lunch, no water glass leaving a ring on the table because someone didn't use a coaster.
Dinner this evening was a rather subdued affair with no chatter from the Monkey. There were no silly, made-up knock knock jokes and no banter with her daddy.
We put Lily to bed, and there was no one to rush into jim jams and read a night night story to. I'm a little maudlin at this point.
Yes, it's been nice to have a little extra one-on-one time with Lily, but it's just not the same around here without the Monkey!