I have to be honest, the first week was the worst. I was very used to walking past my baby's room in the morning and seeing her all snuggled up in her bed (even at 18, they are cutest when they are sleeping!) Time wore on and I still look on the way by, but not with the same immediate hitch in my chest.
It has been about 2.5 months now since she moved out and over a month since she has visited. I have reached a point where her dad and I have settled into a routine. I have NOT figured out how to cook for just too people, though, so it's good that we like leftovers. What I miss the most about Krys being home is her coming bouncing through the door and beginning a sentence with "OH MY GOD, I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!" I put that in all caps because this is definitely how she talks, lol.
Thanksgiving is coming and I will finally have my baby back for a few days. I plan to feed that starving college student till only her sweatpants. I am making all her favorites and sending entire meals back with her. In my world, Food = Love, and I love, Love, LOVE that kid! Good thing she likes to eat! She has dropped from a size 1 to a 0 in 2 months (I know, the horror...right?) because the food "isn't like yours Mom". No greater compliment in my world and I know she'll keep coming home!
