Previously, when the house would suddenly grow quiet, I knew Gracen was up to something… The kind of something that left Mama or Papa with a significant clean-up project (a value pack of Q-tips emptied in the bedroom, an entire roll of toilet paper unravelled onto the floor, and a pouch of 500 straws shaken all over the kitchen all come to mind). However, recently things have changed. Now when the house grows silent, I almost always find our little girl cozied up with a book. There she’ll be, nestled on top of a giant pillow or buried in a pile of laundry fresh out of the dryer, book in hand and flipping through the pages while pointing at the pictures… I love this kind of quiet.
