Funny how life slips on by and you hardly notice until a son
that doesn’t live with you stops in for a holiday. Our sons are bachelors, one is enjoying life
traveling the world, staying in Air BNB meeting new people and the other lives
and works in NYC, travels to California or Europe to a “Rock” concert with friends when he wants and
they both have a life that doesn’t include us anymore. Not that I’m complaining, I remember the
freedom we felt traveling without children or hard obligations to hold us down
when we were young too. It was the best times of our young lives.
Decorating use to be such an event, shopping, designing, get
beautiful things on sale after Christmas until the house is just as you want
it. Simple elegance. Now a veteran decorator, I know exactly where
everything goes and which motif I want this year. I am the kind of woman who does not need new stuff every year, I like my French country taste.
As we get older we want less and less and actually prefer
not to get any more things, we don’t have room for the stuff we have now. As I was pulling down decorations I found a
box of beautiful accent pieces that I bought but never used and was thinking
who I could give these to next year.
You know someone asked me recently what was on my bucket
list. To be honest I made that bucket list before I was 30 and have completed that
bucket list for the most part by 50, there are two things left, one riding an
iron bull in a Texas bar and going up in a balloon. I decided I will forgo the iron bull with
this older body but I know I will go up in a balloon.
Sitting by the fire, writing this blog... long ago I use to
freak out if I did not have a full homemade dinner waiting as the younger son
comes in tonight but I am much more serene now. I made an orange cranberry
loaf, I lit candles, put up the carolers over the windows, hung real wreaths,
lit the Yankee candles, tea candles around, and as my husband took out of here
to pick up number 2 son at the train, I said please go to Big Mikes and get
something for you both, he will be famished after a long train ride and I didn’t
make anything for our dinner.
Yes,
this is the life after children.
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