The loveliest sound to a mom is that of the husband and children out on a Saturday doing Christmas shopping. It is quiet here with only the sound of the clothes dryer humming along upstairs. Non-Santa gifts are wrapped and under the tree, afternoon tea is steeping, and a few personal crafty projects await. It’s a good day.
Doesn’t take much sometimes to make me happy. A few hours alone in my house on a Saturday and I’m a new woman.
Amen. I can’t add anything more intelligent to that.