We are empty-nesters. Our youngest has jumped from the nest to begin his freshman year of college in he Windy City. This event was met, not with exclamations or fist-bumps, but rather with tears, moments of personal reflection and, in my case, a brief bout of diarrhea. We have entered the next phase of our adult lives, and it’s a bit unsettling.
Of course, there will be new adventures to experience. For instance, walking around the house bucknaked, with no concern for the fact that we’ve left butt-prints on the leather furniture. Or eating a halfgallon of ice cream for dinner, then bragging about it to our envious children. Or using our big-screen television for something other than playing Xbox games.
More than these pleasures, an empty nest means my wife and I will get to know each other as individuals again. For the past twenty years, we have been, first and foremost, the parents of two unique boys. Now, we have the opportunity to rekindle our romance and, perhaps, even go out onadult-style dates.
This is a good thing. We’ve been best friends since the day we married, but the romance has had to take a back seat to poopy diapers, family vacations, homework assistance, travel teams and musical performances. It’s time to bring the romance back. Tonight, we play naked backgammon!