Maybe it's because I'm attempting to plan a 15-year high school reunion that this is the analogy that comes to mind, but what I'm really talking about is the moments that are left for our family of three to be a family of three. I could not be more excited to become a family of four, about the unknowns, the adventures ahead, the relationships that will blossom within our family, between our children, the bonds that will form. Heck, I'm even excited for the fights and the chaos that will ensue at times. But, it's bittersweet too. It's been a hell of a two point four years as a family of three. We've had such a blast and could not be more in love with each other. I look back with so much joy at all of it: the good, the bad, and the ugly, though most of it, like 99.9%, has just been amazing.
I feel like it's the end of August before everyone left for their different post-high school destinations. Every night in a parking lot we'd gather to wish someone else well on their journey, give hugs, contact information, last notes and letters reminding each other of all the memories we shared. For the last couple of weeks, and even more in the last couple of days, I think as we squeeze into the bathroom for bath time, or sit at the table eating dinner, or play ball for the seventh hour in a row in the living room or at the playground, that this could be the last time, the last time we do it as a family of three, in this way, and well, I know it's going to get even better, but it also makes me a bit verklempt. I'm going to miss this, just like, sometimes, I still miss high school.
