I used to be both the king and queen of my castle.

The remote was mine to change the channel. The fridge was mine to decide what got top shelf billing and the closet housed shoes and clothes that had grown comfortable about their position.

It was fun while it lasted.

Two weeks ago, my guy officially moved in with his stack of boxes, pigeon patrolling cat and idea about the correct way to open a Popsicle. I can confidently say the kids and I will never be the same.

And I’m pretty sure none of us would have it any other way.