No more wet towels on the bathroom floor?
Fewer trips to the grocery store?
Yet another change in the way we eat?
Certainly fewer cars in the driveway.
Different types of TV?
Board games after dinner?
More time playing piano?
Certainly more afternoon walks. Certainly more time creating care packages.
Will that pile in the basement go away?
And what about late night bonfires?
Who will ask me to do stuff?
“Mom, can you_____?”
Certainly fewer laughs and funny stories.
I am taking it in stride: looking to my future.
I am relying on myself.
I am remembering long years of laughter and tears and worry.
I feel satisfied and melancholic.