This past Wednesday marked our first complete year in our house.
While we were waiting … and waiting … and waiting to close on our house, I was already trying to sell Ray on the idea of having another child. The house has so much more room, we were financially fairly stable, etc., etc., etc.
Lola, just over 18 months or so, was at an age where she didn’t demand our constant attention and was, well, more and more fun each day.
But Ray, smartly, said we would revisit the baby talk after we were settled in the new house, once we were accustomed to making regular mortgage, utility, cable bills.
Not too long after that, we were in the house, sitting with the three of us around the kitchen table. It was just one of those moments. All three of us were talking and laughing and, well, playing with our food.
Then there was just the slightest little lull. And Ray glanced at the three occupied chairs of the four placed around the table.
“It does feel like someone’s missing,” he conceded.
And that was the beginning of that.
- Bethany :)