Monday, August 27, 2012
My Quiet House
This year, after I dropped them off, I walked back into my house and felt the quiet. And couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness. This is Hope's last year in elementary school. Some of our best friends have moved. Caroline no longer has to sit in the cafeteria with the little kids--she now goes to the gym with the big ones.
And my house is quiet.
A month ago, I would have paid good money to have a quiet house. Next week, I will be wondering why I was so melancholy today.
But for now, I'm moved by the stillness. Not hating it or loving it, but still overcome with some unexplained emotion.