The Boys Are Back!
Almost! It’s camp time. Hubby and the boys including my fil and sil have been gone since early Friday morning. Sigh. I must be getting old. Usually I can’t wait for a quiet house, but this year, even though my daughter has been home but working, and my mil and I have been keeping busy, I have felt like vital organs are missing. As I type this I’m getting all emotional. What the hell is up with that? I mean don’t get me wrong, but I always look forward to camp time. Always! I mean c’mon. I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself! No one asks me what’s for dinner. I can watch the movies I want to watch (and boy have I! He’s Just Not That Into You, Australia, Bride Wars, Sex and the City, and Nights in Rodanthe). I can go to bed when I want and get up when I want. I can not get dressed if I don’t feel like it. It’s wonderful! Sort of.
I miss my boys. All of them. I miss their voices, their scents, their messes, their humor, and their vitality. I want them back. Now. But I’ll have to wait. They’ll be home soon, happy but exhausted. We’ll sit at the dinner table tonight and say a prayer, thanking god for all he has given us and as we celebrate Father’s Day, the boys will laugh and regale us, the women they love, with anecdotes and stories of the weekend. I’ll smile, and laugh, and gaze at each one of their happy tired faces and say a silent prayer of thanks to God. For he has truly blessed me. It’s at times like this when I realize how rich I am.
LOL, of course tomorrow, I’ll be yelling at them to pick up their shoes, and take out the trash, while they’ll be asking what’s for dinner and if I can help with a project. And you know what? It will be my pleasure. Because most of what I do for the men in my life is a happy chore. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy Father’s Day to all the great dads out there!