The T.V. was turned off. There were no blaring video games. The phone did not ring.
The house was completely quiet. I realize how much I miss the quiet.
My life is mostly on sound overload. Our main room is tiled and sound reverberates off the tile. Children laughing and crying. Our beagle baying.
The television, the radio, the Wii game system and the computer competing to fill the room with sound.
I usually catch my quiet moments in the bathroom, but this is not guaranteed as a child may bust in at any time, or sometimes driving in the car when one child or another has fallen asleep in between drop offs and pick ups.
I can hardly remember a moment recently when it has been quiet in the house.
I sat on the couch and enjoyed the moment of quiet. I drank a cup of tea alone in the quiet.
I read a magazine and a book I had started a while ago with no interruptions. No stops and starts.
A blissful night to be remembered full of moments of quiet.
And then the moment was over...
The gang arrived home, the boys full of stories about the movie and the friends they had met.
The dogs decided to wrestle and growl in celebration.
My husband began to practice his Piping Chanter (he's learning to play the bagpipes).
The quiet transitioned into a noisy night full of the many sounds of this lovely family.
Also to be remembered.
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