Our time with Adam set on Thursday night. He left for Utah on Friday morning and since then the house has been a little more quiet – less kids hanging out in our bed and more off in the private haven of their bedrooms. There has also been substantially less Monopoly being played.
I hate the feeling that comes at the end of summer when you feel like your time is up and you didn’t quite do everything (or anything) that you had planned. I get that feeling when Adam leaves. His going home lends a finality to the season – I know that back-to-school shopping and prepping is just around the corner and there is a sadness that creeps in. Because summer is over, because we didn’t do as many fun things as we should have, and because we’re one family member short.
I hope next year will be different.