We aren’t yet “empty nesters,” yet this past Saturday it sure felt like it. Luke was out at a movie with friends and Chelsea was working. Marty and I were home alone for dinner. It was so weird to make dinner only for the two of us. While dinner was cooking, we started a fire in our backyard fire pit.
The smell brought me back to when we were younger, sans kids, and would often go camping. We’d sit outside and watch the fire, talk and enjoy each other’s company. We’d talk about all sorts of things–what we dreamed of, what we wished for, what we were dealing with.
While it was very odd not to have the kids home, it was wonderful to sit and just BE with Marty. We weren’t talking about who had to go to where, what was on the calendar for the week, what chores we had to do. The cares of the day, the week, the year were left in the house.
We just WERE with each other!
It didn’t last long, and it was enough to re-energize both of us!