The Sounds

I’m laying in bed, all I hear is the sound of my husband deep breaths and the hum of the ceiling fan. The house is quite. All are sound asleep in their beds. I can’t help but be thankful for the yelling and screaming the just a few short hours ago filled my house. It wasn’t the only noise there was crying and laughing and babbles and coos and chatter and singing. This all went along with the running, jumping, twirling, dancing, rolling, swinging, climbing, hugging and snuggling that little people do so well. We don’t have alot of money. We don’t have alot of stuff. But our wealth runs deep and wide and strong and true. I’m not just lucky. I’m not just blessed. I’m so much more than that. I have a family I never could have imagined and they are absolutely my definition of perfection. I never knew I could love four people as deeply as I do. But man, do I ever.

They’re the greatest.
They drive me crazy. They break my things. They make me want to pull my hair out. They make me laugh until I cry. The hug away all my sadness. They love me hard.
And they are the greatest.