The house isn’t too quiet yet, but it will be. Sunday the Spouse Thingy will go off to work, and I’ll be alone in the house for the first time in about 3 weeks. And no, I don’t think I’ll enjoy that.
The Boy and his Significantly Better Half went home today. We left for the airport at a bit before 5 a.m. (after staying up all night—well, the Spouse Thingy had the good sense to sleep last night, whereas I stayed up) and left them there a little before 6 a.m. Saying goodbye wasn’t exactly hard, but I definitely didn’t want to do it, and I’m going to miss them both.
We had a good time while they were here, and I think we’re both glad that the kids could stay as long as they did. There was no pressure to get out there and do all we could do and see all we could see, because we knew we had time. It just felt, in Spouse Thingy’s words, like a nice stretch of quality family time.
And I gotta say, the Boy is not allowed to lose his SBH. We are totally taken with her; she’s not just his fiancée—she’s family. It felt that way right from the start, and even moreso when they left. Even the cat likes her ;)
At the risk of being too mushy, I feel grateful on so many levels right now. Grateful that they were able to be here for the holidays. Grateful that they wanted to be here. Grateful that the Boy’s SBH was able to come, and that her family sounded like they were okay with her not being there for Christmas, even though they were surely going to miss her. Grateful that on the days we needed the roads to be safe, they were. Grateful that they got home safe. Just grateful.
My life is good. Them being here was just a very nice reminder of that.