My Stefanie is twenty-seven tomorrow.
She and I live far apart. We have pretty much since she was fourteen, except for the year she was eighteen. I miss her every day.
I wish we could see each other every day. I miss her coming home from KU on the weekends. She would take her Harry Potter book and go down to the basement bathroom for a while. When she came up, she and her friends would raid the fridge while she did laundry. She would shop in my pantry. I was so happy to have her home.
But she chooses to live in Chicago. The city is in her blood. She has a nice apartment that she shares with her boyfriend and two dogs. She enjoys her work and she has lots of friends. She has the support of our Chicago family. That’s her home.
I remember when it was just the two of us. We lived in a buggy garden apartment that flooded occasionally. I would drop her off at the orphanage for day care. One the weekends, we’d go to the bookstore and bounce the occasional small check. We had two cats and lots of fish. We would go to the park a lot.
When Bill came to us, he turned both our lives around. He introduced Stefanie to junk food and she grew like a weed. She called him Daddy. Our family grew. She acquired a sister and two brothers. And now a nephew.
Someday she’ll have her own house, her own family. But she’ll still be my girl. She’ll always be my girl.
I love you, Stefanie. Happy birthday, honey.
Just missing everybody today.
Ryan, Stefanie, Mom and Dad, Amy and her family, Greg – everybody.
Sometimes it’s just like that for a day or two. Then it goes away. Right now I’m in the middle of it. Nothing to do but wait until it passes.
So there ya go.
My girls are together. They are getting along. They are both adults. They share a strong love for Owen.
Stefanie put forth a lot of effort making sure everything was done right for Caitlyn’s, Koby’s and Owen’s visit. And she is getting such positive feedback from them. It makes her feel so good. She’s the hostess with the mostest.
Caitlyn is so happy to spend time one-on-one with her sister. Now that they are both adults, they have so much in common. They laugh about the same things. She loves how Stefanie dotes on Owen.
I wanted so badly to go to Chicago this weekend, too, to see how everybody reacted to the wonderful Owen. But I’m so glad I didn’t. Those girls needed to do this on their own.
They’re so happy. And I’m so proud. We’ve all been waiting a long time for this, and I don’t know if we even knew it.
How weird is it that my oldest daughter just bought a bedroom set of her own – her first brand-new furniture?
How weird is it that my youngest daughter, her boyfriend, and her son are taking their first weekend trip together as a family?
How weird is it that my youngest daughter, her boyfriend and her son are going to stay at her sister’s house?
How weird is it that I have grown-up children with families and furniture who are all grown-up and doing grown-up things?
With each other?
The mind just boggles at the very thought of it all.
Today, Bubba played hooky from school. It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day. We watched O’Baby with Blondie.
We really didn’t do much. We didn’t go anywhere, unless you count the sporting goods store. (We got Bubba a really great new mitt.)
We just hung out.
Bubba and O’Baby played out on the deck with the water toys on and off all day. Blondie gave Ruthie a bath. Blondie and Bubba attempted to get O’Baby to nap on the big bed. The Princess and Blondie went shopping. Blondie helped me shampoo the rugs. The Princess fixed Bro’s do-it-yourself haircut. Everybody was over for dinner again.
Bubba occasionally would say, “I really like playing hooky!”
One by one, everyone left or turned in. The house got quieter and quieter. Now the night breeze floats in through the window. The fresh air clears the cobwebs out of my head and carries my worries away.
I really like playing hooky too.