They’re newlyweds, and I’m nervous they’ll view us like a pair of dinosaurs, cute dinosaurs — dinosaur dolls
“You’re empty nesters. How does it feel?”
I want to poke their eyes out like in the Three Stooges. “Why you — BOINK! How does that feel?”
It’s so unfair. We spent about a thousand weeks with our kids before they left. Memories? It feels like they went from three to 30 in a year and a half. I recall nothing of the in-between. The photos on the walls say something different, but you can’t trust pictures — everybody knows that.
This Shabbat, we are not alone; we’re hosting Nuchem and Sara, our children’s friends, for meals and sleeping over. They’re newlyweds, and I’m nervous they’ll view us like a pair of dinosaurs, cute dinosaurs — dinosaur dolls.
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