My youngest slept over a friends house last night. 9 stayed home.
We played Xbox & watched Back to the Future (1, yes again). I love 9 enough to watch BTF rather than RDJ in IronMan. *sigh*
It was so eerily quiet. They need each other to achieve the usual decibel level. Of course 8 has an infectious, hearty, great laugh, it fills the house (and block some times). 9 is much more subdued.
8 KiK’d me and said I could come get her at 8:10. I was there by 8:14. The family was still puttering around in PJ’s and knew nothing of it. I felt like an ass, but I got hugs & kisses. Now I wait.
I miss her so much.
I’m getting her at 10.