When did this all happen?

A little late on the uptake, but here we are, 2 years into the empty nest. When it first happened, a cousin called and said, "So, are you running around naked?" "It's too cold here for that," was my response, but it had happened many a time then, and now. Some folks, I suppose walk around naked with their kids home, no matter what the age. Hubby and I, no, never when our one and only son was around. He is also modest. When he was home for a month in January, we traveled to Hawaii for my 60th birthday. On a little trek to a well known coastal spot, a band of joyous, naked young men and women were playing bongos and enjoying the tide pools created by the red lava and blue ocean. Our son, many feet ahead of us on the trek from the highway to the ocean, saw all the nakedness from a distance, and stopped. He was not comfortable. So we stood at a distance and watched a whale go by, which was a very nice experience. Anyway, back to running around our empty nest naked. What can I say, we accepted the challenge with ease after a few moments of realizing our son had flown away.
About a month before he left for college, my hubby sat in front of the TV and mumbled, "It's like he's not even our son anymore." I knew exactly how he felt. We are the "older" parents, though it's in vogue now, 20 years ago, the trend was just inching forward. We had gotten married a month after I turned 39. My hubby really insisted we have a baby before I turned 40. It was very important to him. So, 10 months to the day of our wedding, out pops our baby boy. It was all baby all the time. For 18 years.
So after the first few weeks of missing him, we realized we were single and dating again. It was an excellent prospect.