I definitely had the Monday blues today. Doug left last night to spend three nights in Orlando. It made a lot of sense because he had a lot to do at work this week and I was glad because Meg was ready for some company with Nick still at training. Unfortunately for me, it did make the house really quiet last night and today and it also gave me a ton of time to think which sometimes is not the best thing.
My thoughts turned toward the holiday weekend and how much I have always loved the Fourth of July. For our family, it was one of the best celebrations of the year. Everyone always had a three-day weekend, and we took multiple trips together because of it. We also had so much fun celebrating Doug‘s birthday in places like St. Louis, Washington DC, and even Bloomington. Today, I realized that this year's celebration, although very nice, wasn’t quite what it was years ago. It made me sad. I was very happy for the boys that they had someone to share the holiday with in the Midwest and had started some new traditions of their own, but I did miss them a lot. I would never want to take that away from them, but it would have been nice to be together as a family.
