I’m laying in bed next to my daughter, listening to the quiet of the house. Besides the breathing (the girlie and the dogs), and the muffled click of my fingers on the keys, the house is silent. That simply doesn’t happen very often.
The animals are all still. My husband is out (fetching a movie and slurpees). And I get the simple joy of solitude – without actually being alone.
Moments like these were once taken for granted. Back in my twenties, when it was just DH, the dogs (and other sundry animals) and I. These days though… when the full of energy, high need, super creative, way too smart for her own good, kid is tearing around? Yep. These silent, calm, relaxed, pensive moments are few and far between.
In a house this small, with this many lives within it’s walls, you truly hear someone at almost every hour of every day. Whether it’s the cat padding around the stairwell, or Thora (the Lurcher) running in her sleep, Zenora (our congo african grey) telling tales, or the turtle splashing into her pond… even when the house is mostly still, there is still life to be heard.
And just like that my moment of calm surrender is broken. Liz (the Miniature American Eskimo) started yipping. I’m wondering if she may be coming into heat… she’s being extra annoying. 😉
Happy Easter everyone! Hope you too are able to find a quiet calm moment to just be present, somewhere, today.