The hollowness of the house once the laughter and the noise are gone is a loneliness we feel when the boys leave the house after being here a few hours or a couple of days. In the beginning they arrive running through the house, loving on us and telling us how happy they are to be here, then the messes they make, the pickiness of their food preferences when they are with us, the squabbles between them, the differences of opinion between me and Paw Paw about what is allowed and what isn’t reaches a peak and just about gets on my last nerve.
Suddenly adaptation takes place; familiarity by nightfall; talking, hugging, playing, remembering back—we settle in before bedtime and it all feels right again. Too soon they are leaving again; the goodbyes see you soon, call us, love you, and then we are back to the empty house. A good memory was made these past 2 days, but now the dog, Paw Paw and I are missing two young boys.
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