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.