The day has come - our middle daughter who would never let me out of her sight when she was younger - is moving into her first apartment. Nothing like the first apartment I had - where a card table served as my kitchen/dining room set, an old wooden spool that electrical wire came on was my end table in the sparsely furnished living room, nope she is furnishing her apartment with IKEA and style! At 23 she has deveoped such a modern style of her own and I'm very proud of the young woman she has become!
For almost a year she has been slowing collecting 'things' for the day she moved out. Dishes, kitchenware, complete bathroom acessories - the kid has style!
All this is great - right? Sure it is - but over the past 23 years this middle daughter and I have gotten very close - our morning rituals of getting ready for work at the same time - fighting for (or I mean sharing) the mirror to apply make-up, hogging the hot water for the shower - and the conversations.
I am a morning person - up at 5:00 and on my way - I do my best thinking then. And I need to talk about things but my dear husband is a grunter in the morning - you know the type - honey what do you think about (insert topic here) - and his response is usually gutteral tones and looks that just state "you know I'm not awake - why are are asking me now"! But my dear daughter is a talker and shares things in the morning too - it sure will be quiet - or maybe I should say it will be weird having one sided conversations!
I'll be that crazy woman talking to herself again - - - oh well - - - at least I'll get answers that way!
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