This past weekend, we were invited to a friend’s family cabin in the mountains. I love quiet time in the mountains…that kind of time during which you hear things that you might miss in the loud of every day life in your own house in your own neighborhood.
As I was laying in bed one morning with a feverish and croupy 3yo tucked in close (sadness), I couldn’t help but grin my best grin as I heard muffled giggles and lightly running feet and those weird shooting noises that boys make out of their cheeks (not the naughty ones) just outside our bedroom door, which happened to be just on the other side of the kitchen. The older boys were trying so hard to play quietly while the rest of the house was still tucked in warm rooms, but they weren’t quite making it. I couldn’t help it. I tucked our littlest in softly, kissed his hot forehead, and sneaked out of our room, trying not to step on the noisy planks in the wooden floor.
The boys all brought their matching jammies and proudly wore them as though they were a team of superheroes. I think that one of my favorite things in the whole world is bedhead in all of its magnificent forms.
Not hard to see why it was hard to keep quiet…
Soon, the whole house was singing the “I’M AWAKE” victory song.
That is, of course, with the exception of those of us who woke up slowly and simply over cups of coffee spruced up a bit with yummy creamer while batting the small ones away to play. ;)
Hope your weekend was full of quiet and not.