A personal Entry

I’m “blogging” today because I’m a little sad I guess. Carl took the girls to the airport on Saturday morning. It seems at least at the beginning of their stay, I was well looking forward to getting things back to “normal” once their visit was over. Now, I don’t remember what “normal” was before they got there for their summer visit.

Perhaps because they are older now, or maybe when I wasn’t looking those two beautiful young ladies touched my very heart and soul this summer.

On Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evenings Carl works at another job part-time in the evenings. This I suppose somehow became “our time”. During these evenings I would come home and begin immediately fixing dinner. It wasn’t long before one of the girls would show up on one of the bar stools that sits behind the counter between our kitchen and dining room then the other. They would sit quietly watching me prepare their meals.

Soon, my kitchen would be filled with laughter as I listened to the girl’s stories about everything from school work and teachers to boys and backstabbing best friends. Mostly I would listen and laugh with the girls as they teased one another about school girl crushes occasionally interrupting to offer advice or show Alex a cooking tip or two that my grandmother or aunt had showed me at her age. (She wants to be a chef when she “grows-up”).

I’m going to miss that time the most I think. Though I may hope that I have taught the girls something. I know in my heart, they have taught me far more.

I think that I’ll turn on the Cartoon Network while I fix dinner this evening, the house seems so quiet with only Carl and me. I hope that Carl is hungry tonight, it’s going to take me some time to get used to cooking for two again.