The Empty Nesters
We have had a vision of the future.
The future where children do not live at your home. Where they are out in the world, supporting themselves, living life to the fullest, and technically not on your dime.
We have seen a vision where the television is only on for a reason. Where the music and wine flow. Where lunches are not packed and dinners can consist of simply one entree, and not three to accommodate picky eaters and vegetarians.
We have had a glimpse into the empty nest, and it might not be as awful as we'd initially imagined.
Okay, so the kids are only away for a week on school trips—Aidan just four days—but we figured that this is the first time since 1996 where he and I have been in the house for more than one night without one or the other child here with us.
There have been moments during the past few years where I could not remotely fathom the idea of not living with my children. I like them an awful lot, you see. But the past few days have shown me that thanks to working on my marriage, I remember how much I enjoy just hanging with Dan Zielske and I realize that one day, if we are fortunate to live long and prosper, it will just be the two of us here together again.
As it was back in the day. And apparently it won't totally suck.
I've got no interest, however, in wishing away the time. Let me very clear on that.
But it's nice to know that with four days to ourselves, we realize that two people in this equation still work pretty dang well.