I'm not used to no one being here. I always think I will revel in the quiet until it is just too quiet. My girls have been gone five days, another seven days until they return. I am a little lost without them. The house feels frighteningly big. I try to remember those days I would hold my head and wish for solitude. Solitude, your tricky thing you. I make the most of it, knowing it's a tiny glimpse of what is to come.
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When they were here, I wished for quiet alone days and when they are gone, I'm counting to when they come home. Funny how we are alike! Love the photo!
I'm glad that you reinstated comments. I missed just being able to say "I liked this post!" Some blogs now have a like button but I have no idea how difficult it is to install.
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