Today was such lovely weather that we knew we had to head to our favorite park for a walk. The plan was to head out after lunch. It would just be K, E, and I because L was out all day, working and completing various obligations.
It’s just the three of us more and more often, which is understandable: the Girl is about to finish her junior year of high school, and she’s increasingly independent. She’s always been independent, but with a car, a job, and social life, K and I sometimes worry that she might be a little too independent.
Just before lunch, though, plans changed: E’s close friend invited him over for the afternoon.
“So I guess it’s just the two of us,” K said.
We’re used to that, in theory, but we’ve been a four of us for so long that it’s a distant memory more than anything else.
A distant memory that’s becoming an ever-nearing future.
After the walk, K and I spend some time in the yard. She trimmed the roses and hedges; I mowed the lawn for the first time this year.
All in all, a perfect little Sunday.
