family
Yesterday morning I had a few hours of silence to myself. Phil took Addie out for their weekend caving tradition, and I worked while little miss Ingrid napped. It is a rare thing to have some alone time, let alone silence. I caught myself staring at the computer screen, completely dazed. The house was silent. I could barely hear the ceiling fan above me. There was no music on, no babies cooing, no dog barking, no noise. It was peaceful, like a sanctuary.
I sat there only a few minutes more, soaking in the silence. Then, I realized something. I was craving noise. The alone time that I so desperately wanted wasn't so great at all. I wanted to wake Ingrid up. I wanted to hear Addie, coming down the hallway like a penguin. I wanted music to ooze from the record player. I wanted to hear Phil in a back bedroom, reading to the girls in his funny voices. I wanted the noise back.
Thinking back on my challenge for the month of August, I knew this was it. Noise. I am thankful for the noise. Not the noise that keeps us busy, distracted, and disconnected, but the melody that keeps life going. I am thankful for the noise, the MUSIC, in my home - the cooing and squealing of my youngest daughter, the endless chatter of my so-close-to-really-talking toddler, the conversations about life and love and anything else under the sun with my husband. This noise, this music, this is what I am thankful for.
What about you?
-L
I sat there only a few minutes more, soaking in the silence. Then, I realized something. I was craving noise. The alone time that I so desperately wanted wasn't so great at all. I wanted to wake Ingrid up. I wanted to hear Addie, coming down the hallway like a penguin. I wanted music to ooze from the record player. I wanted to hear Phil in a back bedroom, reading to the girls in his funny voices. I wanted the noise back.
Thinking back on my challenge for the month of August, I knew this was it. Noise. I am thankful for the noise. Not the noise that keeps us busy, distracted, and disconnected, but the melody that keeps life going. I am thankful for the noise, the MUSIC, in my home - the cooing and squealing of my youngest daughter, the endless chatter of my so-close-to-really-talking toddler, the conversations about life and love and anything else under the sun with my husband. This noise, this music, this is what I am thankful for.
What about you?
-L
