The party's over.

Knowing Cohen was going back to Vegas soon (and even though we'd already been to the park earlier this morning) I felt the need for more time with him. I caught him with, "Let's play." With the help of Lindsay, I found him hiding under the covers; he was so small I missed him the first time.

He's such a happy boy - most of the time - and it seems so quiet after he (and the rest of the family leaves). Even though I know I'll see him soon. It's an emotional roller coaster. The quiet immediately after they leave is loud and very apparent. Quiet should be good for an old guy like me.

The back yard is void of energy. Rubber horseshoes and ball are idle and left to be put away.

The patio race-track will remain unused, waiting patiently for the return of its necessary rider. Unless Carol decides to take a few runs.I'm reminded of how Carol's grandmother had told us how she once refused to wash the small hand prints of her rear sliding glass doors after our visit when Andrea & Tracey were little ones. I didn't fully comprehend her feelings then. I do now. Thankfully, we're not in Texas as she was.
Then I think of our ancestors who, some never saw kids, grandkids, or family again once they left home for the "New World" or "the Promised Land" and how hard that must have been! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Enjoy them while we can.