I spoke to my daughter on the phone tonight.  She was calling from out of town, asking me if I was ready for her to come home.  She’s been gone for over a week now, and I think she might actually miss me as much as I miss her, and I can’t find the words to describe how nice that feels. 

I guess I had accepted her as being grown up—as much as I resisted the idea—I have tried to force myself to stop seeing her as a little girl.  But the little girl I gave birth to almost eighteen years ago is still in there, perhaps hiding on me most of the time…but she’s there.

I think it’s time for some mother/daughter summer activities.

Now that summer is in full swing I think we need to find something fun to do.  Perhaps a day at the lake…or a trip to the mountains. 

But for now, it’s a day of cleaning out the garage. 

Mike and I started the job today, and we will be finishing it tomorrow.  I must admit, as much as I loathe the task, it has had its benefits.  I do have a feeling of accomplishment now that we can actually walk through the garage without stepping over or around any obstacles.  And it was like a treasure hunt.  I found many things I thought were lost or discarded long ago.  Like the ink for the printer that I had to replace because it was missing.  I guess I have a backup now.

I wonder what I’ll find tomorrow…

Until the next time…I’ll be knee deep in boxes for at least one more day!