My younger daughter has just moved in with us for a while. Her big sister is moving to Colorado next week. Her furniture and belongings are all being hauled away in a truck this afternoon, so she, her boyfriend, and their dog will be staying with us for the next week. There will be five of us, and one bathroom.
I can’t wait.
I feel so grateful that my daughters have both grown into women that I love to be around. They’re thoughtful, intelligent, and wickedly funny. We can talk about everything. They are both passionate about the world they live in, and insightful.
The years of raising kids were not always easy, but having adult children who are such a delight is such a blessing. I’m thrilled that my snowboard-passionate daughter is getting to fulfill her life-long dream and move to the Rockies, but boy am I going to miss her.
For the next few days I will be cooking for five. I’ll be making all the kids’ favorite meals and we’ll talk and laugh and probably argue over the stupidest damned things. Because we’re still family, and family means we rub each other the wrong way now any then, particularly in close quarters. Both girls have tempers, and like all sisters know just how to get each other’s skin. I have a bit of a temper, too, and they can trigger the “mom voice” in me. But we will have a great time together.