Full, in the empty nest…

Today, as I strolled through the grocery with my Miss, a wave of unexpected emotion rolled over me. Walking by the frozen food aisle I noticed the fluffy waffles – Tay’s favorites. I could feel my chest tighten, my breathing go shallow, and my spirit kinda sink. Shit, I thought to myself while saying nothing. The sports drink aisle did it too. When we walked by the granola bars – the same. By the time Miss asked me if I wanted to buy some Kentucky Ale, I was lost. As I put the 4 pack in the cart I thought these will last twice as long now that Ann is gone. My heart felt like it had broken in 4 pieces. One piece longed for Miami, one wanted a taste of Germany, one wished it could find itself in Indiana, and another imagined a little Houstons’s in KC…

A call to Tay, a call from Krit, and my grocery funk is all but forgotten.

It’s been six days since Tay left. I miss my intern and my best friend. As bad as the grocery funk was, we’ve been pretty good in our nest built for six and occupied by two. Miss has been doing great. I’ve been doing better than I thought I would. It really helps to have a diverse identity and a bride you love being with. I’m blessed with work I love and a Miss who makes me more. As I reflect back on this rainy, gray, end to a Saturday it’s been a good first week – full in the empty nest.

Full, in the empty nest…