Not exactly what I would have searched for so many years ago…but life has changed. Kids once shuffling underfoot are now out conquering other countries, college, and marriage. Life’s requirements have changed. I’m no longer looking for the next five hours of freedom.
I have it, minus the power. Power literally and figuratively gives PR the ability to operate, and parents the responsibilities of getting their own lives back in gear. After 6 days without power (and three months without adult children stopping by), I have a lot to do. Never thought that would happen. Power that comes from a strangled power grid is as fleeting, as the kisses I used to think my kids would always want to give.
What would I like? The fresh roses, the dinner I had last night, and bizarrely a little more time when my kids gave sticker-faced kisses.
