This I can’t forgive you for…

This past Monday, My Fave having had a long day and not ever thrilled with the 5 day a week 5:30 a.m. alarm…

C at 5 p.m.: “Can _______ spend the night?”

Us: “Sure.”

C at 9 p.m.: “We’re going to walk to UDF to get snacks.”

Us: “Okay.”

J at 9:30 p.m. & out with friends already: “Can I have friends over tonight?”

Us: “Sure. But please remember Dad has to be up at 5:30 tomorrow morning and you all can’t be your normal loud selves.”

J: “We’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Us: “Okay; we’ll give you guys a chance. Please be here by 10:30 so we’re not up late waiting on you all.”

Me to My Fave at 10 p.m.: “We both have to be up early, but this time in 2 yrs, we will be working through the checklist of moving J to college and begging for a return to the night that we didn’t sleep great because we had a house full of teenagers.”

We ended up waking up to 6 teenage boys in our house. Two of them are J’s friends since kindergarten, one of them he just met this year, via the two kindergarten friends, and one C met during our school district’s annual 5th grade trip to 3 day camp where kids from other schools in our district room together; they reconnected during the last two years of middle school and have become really good friends. And let me not forget to mention that two of these kids drove here & had cars parked in front of our house.

I would run through walls for all six of these kids and a bunch of others who weren’t here but our boys do life with; some of them know that, others might not have figured it out quite yet. I laughed so hard when I walked by C’s room, saw the light on, was informed he and the friend stayed up all night and proudly showed me their bag of teenage diet food and the fridge in my office full of Mt. Dew and Dr. Pepper. I was more than happy to drive up the street at 6:30 a.m. to get a ton of donuts and juice for all of them. After inhaling 3 donuts and taking 2 more for the long trip up the stairs, C asked, “Do we have anything we need to do today because I think I’m going to have to sleep.” Yep, sweets. No worries – sleep away.

They will be gone soon. Like, we’re going to blink and J will be gone and, if he has his way, he will spend his lifetime in the Carolinas; C isn’t far behind and talks a big game about a fancy apartment in the center of downtown Cincy, but he loves the beach a bit too much to stick around here.

IMG_6583Gone. Over. And we can’t get it back. So yes, have the friends over. Lots of them. Eat crappy food. Stay up all night. Turn our home into the home all your friends consider their second home. Let them walk in, raid our fridge and leave notes about us being out of something. Tell them that, like you, we’d come rescue them any time/where/place and worry about the lecture or lesson in the mess later. Push us to the brink. Do stupid stuff we’ll want to kill you for and will likely laugh about later. Cause us sleepless nights. Roll your eyes when you walk out of the house and we remind you to “Rep Miller well.”

Please do all that. All of it.

We know it ends soon. It felt like miles upon miles away in 2003 and 2004; 14 and 16 years later we can see it in the distance – the Launch is coming and we can’t stop it. We’ll beg for the moments when you drove us crazy as teenagers and want to take back all the times we said, “I can’t wait until ______.” that referred to you growing up and being gone. So much will be forgiven and forgotten and become stories that make us laugh when we are together. So be teenagers; there’s nothing your going to do that makes us love you less. Nothing.

Well, except for the grey hair I just found last week. I’m still deciding if I can forgive you for that.

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