Monday, January 6, 2014
Quiet in the House
It is now officially Christmas "Passed" or Past. Either works. Saturday morning we got up and went out to breakfast - me, my husband, our son, our daughter, our son-in-law, our grandson and our grandbaby-yet-to-be-born (sharing French Toast and sausage with Mom).
And after breakfast, we bid everyone a car-side farewell. It was going home time. I hate saying good-bye for now see you soon times. The good thing about them is you are pretty sure you will see them again soon, barring some unforeseen plan God has for you or others. Worst are the ones where you know it will be a long time between visits, and you don't know when it will happen again. But we know we will see our daughter and grandson again in February and then in April when the baby is born. And our son lives close by, so we have the advantage of being able to see him often.
After breakfast, we came home to a quiet house. It had been the play yard of our grandson for days. Our cat and dog were relaxing. The cat especially.
So quiet. We picked up remnants of the visit. I won't need the red truck that makes back up beeping noises again until February. I can throw away those egg cartons and paper towels tubes now. They've done their jobs as rattly containers for little toys and as pirate telescopes. I can toss the plastic wrap that entertained with each pop as it was squeezed.
I'm sure I'll accumulate more before he returns.
I can hang my work of art on the refrigerator - the one done in pen on my optometrist's receipt - the one with holes poked in it where the pen "pop"ped through when it hit the edge of the leaf in the table. My daughter gets the one done with crayon where he made a square that came out slanted and declared with delight "Kite!"
Yes, the house is quiet now. Only "old people" noises now. How nice to have it back for a bit. Re-unite with our old routines, let the animals relax some, put things in place again. But how precious it was to have that break from the ordinary, and how exciting to know it will happen again. And next Christmas there will be a new set of bright eyes looking at our little tree. I'm looking forward to a Christmas Future with another break from quiet in the house.
Posted by Donna Smith at 10:19 AM