I have been instructed to go to bed. By my husband. Silly Joff.  I love the night and the night loves me. There is silence now and it has cooled off. I can delve into my secret stash of chocolate or eat a pb&j without having to share, not of course that I don’t love to share, it is just nice to not have to sometimes. I can read a book or watch a movie or clean the house or talk on the phone or write, all without being interrupted a shmillion bazilllion times. Why in heavens name would I want to sleep?

Today was a beautiful day, my children organized breakfast and a show for me this morning, they had a table set up with fruit and pancakes and milk  and then they all preformed dance and song numbers, using Katie’s bed as a stage. It was fantastic!

I went swimming with the same little chicklets this evening in our freezing cold pool. I am oh so very brave. And still a little blue.

How can kids be completely immune to the cold?

I lost a game of Ticket to Ride.

Made 5 minute chili and cinnamon rolls for dinner.

Something very interesting happened this morning though. My children ran up to grandma’s house to play with cousins and I put Caleb to bed and then there was silence, the floor was cleared of toys and swimming suits and crayons and I felt all of a sudden that this is what it would feel like when my children where gone and I didn’t like it all. I am used to my silence in the evening after bed, but not in the daytime. So I scooped up Caleb and went to Grandma’s house too. I want to be with my kids for as long as they will let me:)

K~

Elli, Katie and I walked home from grandma’s house by the light of the moon. We sang “twinkle, twinkle little star”.  The Night has a beauty all its own.

Goodnight Moon:)