All is quiet around here. I can hear the clock ticking on our fireplace mantle and the coffee dripping in the kitchen as I type right now. Such unfamiliar sounds.
The girls left just a few minutes ago for a spontaneous (as in, five minutes from proposal to packing to out-the-door) overnighter with Grandma Carol. What fun. I know they'll have a blast.
Do I miss them? Yes, a little. But not long after the girls left I knew how I would use my "alone" time.
I'm going grocery shopping to buy ingredients. A bottle of wine, for sure. I'm making our home just the way he likes it. I'm cooking one of his favorite dinners. His most-loved dessert. I'll put on a dress and light candles just before he walks through the door. I'm hoping he'll want to take me on a walk along the beach afterwards.
I know he will.
I've always loved these excerpts from two letters written by Pietro Molla to his beloved wife,
Gianna. Though I know I fall short, I still strive.
....you, who have given me the immense gift of a wife of gold like that of the most marvelous dawn.... (May 31, 1959)
I have always rejoiced to find in you the ideal wife of whom I had dreamed, and an incomparable mother to our children; and yet I always discover in you new virtues of sacrifice, patience, understanding, goodness and so much loving affection. (written February 19, 1959)
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Your joy is mine, Patrick. Have fun, girls!
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