It’s Weird, No?

This week, the girls went to my Mom’s.  When I was little, we went to my Grandma’s in the summer, and I remember every minute, I swear. 

Phil and I are working, and cleaning and trying not to miss the noise.  We have made dinner every night, and it feels like I am cheating on Grace, making “actual” dinners without her.  I have received 2 text messages, and that is it.  They don’t even miss us.

I have this sense, all of a sudden, that they are seconds from bolting out the door to leave us for good, and it is weird, and a little disorienting. 

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