I had a revelation this morning as the four of us (Chelsea is home for the weekend.) sat at the kitchen table talking and stuffing our faces with cafe au lait and baguettes.
Sacha (who just got his braces off,) will be going off to school next year. That revelation woke me up like a slap in the face. Next year sounds like today.
I watched the two of them from across the breakfast table and thought, "Where did the time go? How did those two chubby babies get from sleepless nights, dirty diapers, the constant "Why", the read me another story to this independent state?"
French Husband cleared off the table and started to do the dishes as I sat in a stupor thinking, "Alone. No children. Quiet. Less laundry. Full fridge. Just the two of us in this house." I looked over at French Husband as his back was to me as he washed the dishes.
The clock ticks and I listen.
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