This has been a very different Christmas season from any Dave and I have experienced in our 32 years together. For the first time since I was pregnant with our son, Josh, Dave and I were in our home, by ourselves on Christmas morning. For the first time, our daughter and her family were living in a different location. For the first time since their births, the grandsons all woke up in their own home and ran excitedly to see what was under the tree in their home.
Honestly, Dave and I weren’t sure how we were going to like it–whether or not this empty-nest thing we’ve wished for was going to be okay or not. I have to say, though, weird as it was, it wasn’t bad at all. We had a quiet morning, just the two of us. This gave us time to prepare our minds for the rest of the day–jenni and the boys’ arrival in early afternoon, visits to our own parents’ homes, and all kinds of noise.
So, what we were a bit concerned about turned out to be okay. It was as it should be, I guess.