The house is empty again. No laughing little boy trailing after me calling “Mimi? Mimi?”
Everything is quiet, nothing is out of place.
No more teasing Cookie with his sunglasses … or offering bits of food he knows she shouldn’t have, which she always politely accepts! Ha! Should we say eagerly begs for!
No more finger painting and toe painting!
Summer is quiet again. The wind chimes make their songs for me and I remember little hands and bright blue eyes.
It was a magic time had we, a very magical time.