I never knew how nice it was to have another girl in the house until I dropped my daughter off at the airport and came home to not 1, but 3 boys. Sure I’ve spent a couple days without her in the house. But she doesn’t come home from Disney until next Thursday.
(Searches for panic button).
Okay, so maybe I’m not exactly panicking, but I sure do miss her. We like to talk books and writing and music. I treasure our conversations and love that we share common interest. Especially with the teen years looming on the horizon. In some ways, I hope these common interests will narrow the gap when she gets into the TEENDOM. (Yes, this is a real place. It’s between: I Know Everything Because I’m Ten and Will You Fill Out My Collage Apps Because I’m So Busy And Tired Reality Check.)
On the other hand, I love that she’s experiencing something new. Quite frankly, we tend to visit museums, not theme parks. So this is a fun opportunity for her. And she’s called at least twice a day since she’s left. <– without prompting. Yay! And when she gets back we’ll have a blast making trips to the library.
Because I never get enough of hearing her say:
We counted the days together until she left. And now I count the days until she comes home again.
Six days of car talk, video games, ball, wrestling…Don’t get me wrong, I can change oil in the vehicles with the best of them. I love the guys, but that doesn’t mean I want to be one of them. They’re even talking about the ‘man camp’. Save me!
Seriously, I hope she has a blast and comes back with lots of great stories to tell. Because, if there is one thing her and I love, it’s a great story.