Is it just me, or is everyone going about a thousand times a minute? Everything is bustling in town after a long sleepy winter. It seems to happen overnight. Most people are adjusting to the fast pace of a summer in Bar Harbor. I won’t see my children on a regular basis. Everyone will be working. They will come and go while Jerry and I adjust to eating alone.
Some days I long for stretches of time alone with my husband. Yet, the reality is I will miss the phone calls, “Can you come pick me up?” The plans, “I have a track meet on Thursday and practice all week.” The athletic antics, “I’m gonna dunk.” I may not miss the dirty dishes piled up in the sink or the long, long showers of teenagers, but I will miss everything else.