There's a lobster in my bed.
It's proof that at least one of my sons was in the house today--otherwise I might not know. I left for work in the morning and they were off to a party before I got home. They called a few minutes ago to ask if they could spend the night with their hosts. So my partner and I get the house to ourselves.
It was not so long ago that a night without the boys was nearly impossible--and now they are teens eager to have their own adventures.
I could wax poetic about milestones and the passing of time, lament about their eventual leavings, but hey, we have the house to ourselves!