Thanksgiving has come and gone, and it was delightful. We had both boys home, the food came out well and cooked on time, we had wonderful guests for supper. Over the weekend got to see some of the other young adults who grew up with our lads and have since moved away.
I just returned from the 4 hr. trek to Orlando's airport so my eldest could catch his plane to NYC. The traffic on I-75 and the Florida Turnpike was intense, but not backed up in any major sense, so it all went well. I was briefly tempted to go to the Florida Mall in Orlando and visit those stores we don't have up here, but I slapped myself upside the head with a reminder that it's the Sunday after Thanksgiving and the mall will still be packed. Plus, I'd rather shop in my own community, even if the selection isn't as broad.
The youngest is on his way out the door loaded down with leftovers, heading back to his apartment at UF and the house is once again quiet and the nest empty. Poor Yofi has been wandering through the boys' bedrooms, wondering where her guys went. For a brief period this weekend it was like old times. I'd wake her up in the morning, feed her and let her out, and then she'd jump into bed with one of the boys and cuddle until he got up.
Ah well, tomorrow it's our normal routine, but for now we're relaxing in the glow of a long weekend spent with those we love.
I just returned from the 4 hr. trek to Orlando's airport so my eldest could catch his plane to NYC. The traffic on I-75 and the Florida Turnpike was intense, but not backed up in any major sense, so it all went well. I was briefly tempted to go to the Florida Mall in Orlando and visit those stores we don't have up here, but I slapped myself upside the head with a reminder that it's the Sunday after Thanksgiving and the mall will still be packed. Plus, I'd rather shop in my own community, even if the selection isn't as broad.
The youngest is on his way out the door loaded down with leftovers, heading back to his apartment at UF and the house is once again quiet and the nest empty. Poor Yofi has been wandering through the boys' bedrooms, wondering where her guys went. For a brief period this weekend it was like old times. I'd wake her up in the morning, feed her and let her out, and then she'd jump into bed with one of the boys and cuddle until he got up.
Ah well, tomorrow it's our normal routine, but for now we're relaxing in the glow of a long weekend spent with those we love.
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