Johanna and Hillary, at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
I had a dream Saturday night that Johanna and Hillary were in Paris and they were fighting, like they did when they were 9 and 8 years old.
Glad it was just a dream.
This has been a part of life that I've had some difficulty adapting to, this being a parent with kids who have left home. I'm not missing them terribly, nor do I wish they were still here. But they've always been around. Lauralea and I were together for a couple of years before the kids started coming, so most of our lives have been spent together as a family.
We're still family, just more of a dispersed one.
It feels strange. I still catch myself occasionally walking through an empty house at night, surprised with the truth that they are gone, out creating lives of their own.
But at times when I'm weirded out by their absence, I am encouraged and at peace because of how well they are doing on their own. They are becoming amazing well rounded young women, and I don't mean that physically.
I am very proud of our kids and how they are living their lives and making choices. They are making opportunities for themselves that I never would have had imagined. They are smart, bright people with their feet firmly grounded in reality. No, they are not perfect, so they can still have room to grow. But they seem to have priorities in place to help them make the best decisions possible.
They are an impressive bunch, and I like them.