Do you hear it?
Silence
I've waited all day for this luxurious quiet time
I'm reveling in it
Lounging with it
Nodding my head in silent acceptance and appreciation
If silence was tangible I would hug every fiber of its being
Our day was filled with imagination. Colors, noises, and energy were palpable. Fynn turned our living room into a carpentry shop, fixing each one of his mini chairs:
He also made "pretty eyes" for himself and Paige, using dry erase markers as eye liner and eye shadow...
It was a typical day. A laugh filled day. A cry filled day. A day.
Another day. Day 24.
And to that, and soft quiet evenings, I lift my tea cup.