Last weekend, our son, Brian, and his children (our grandchildren!) Owen and Ella came for a 3-day visit. We have a tricycle that we keep at our house for Owen, and it was delightful to see him bound out of the car, give us a hug, and run straight to the bike.
We also have a box of toys that were my husband’s when he was a child. Brian played with them when he was young, and now it is Owen’s turn. Watching him play brought back so many memories of when our children were his age. It’s funny what toys children gravitate to, isn’t it? While Owen loved the cars and trucks, he also latched onto a little rubber duck and carried it around with him. It even made it the breakfast table.
Ella is just 3 months old. She slept a great deal; but she also let me hold her a lot. I loved that!
There was a lot of noise. Good noise. Laughter. Shrieks of joy. The sounds of activity.
When they left on Sunday, and it was just my husband and I at home… it was quiet. We felt their absence… and we noticed the quiet. We can’t wait until they come back.
But most of all…