My oldest daughter wanders the house sighing heavily after the boys leave. She misses all of the chaos of a house with four kids and her momma snuggled up in my man’s arms. She always asks me as well… “Aren’t you sad? Don’t you miss them? When do we see them next? The house feels so lonely.”
It’s hard for me because I’m used to it and I’m trying to get over it… but her sadness is palpable.