It makes me smile.

I watched them grow up. I grew up with them. I taught them as much as they taught me. My sons are grown men now and in college.

They come and go as they please. The refridgerator is always empty. Their beds, never made. The laundry basket is always full.

The noise….oh for the love of God….the noise makes the walls vibrate. I have excepted the music as a peace offering, my own peace of mind was what I was bargaining for.

Now they are both gone. The doors are stationary. The refridgerator, full. The laundry room clean and their beds made.

The silence is deafening.

I now want the noise, the music. It’s not the same when I turn it on for me and my dogs.
I miss the boys but know the silence isn’t forever.

That makes me smile.