We found each other having a moment in the evening that belonged to us.
The kids had been summoned to their beds and the HBO queue played an episode of Girls. At one point Oasis’ Wonderwall played in the soundtrack and my bride and I reminisced about the Cornell death and all the young talent recently passed on. Just about the point when the song sound swelled loudest my oldest manifested from the shadows. Our loud rock and/or roll music was keeping him up and he did not much appreciate it.
Once scolded we turn the music down and apologized. Soon after he hit the hay we realized we were the adults in the house.