I had an awful migraine this morning so hubby was in charge of C and S while I stayed in our dark bedroom to let meds start their magic. I emerged to a quiet house and a text saying he had taken them out to pick out new fish so I could rest.
I came downstairs to a spread of blankets and cars blocking most of the walkway. But I smiled. You know why?
It was the sign that my kids were playing, likely together.
That they weren’t sick in bed.
That they were using their imagination instead of electronics.
That they were blessed with toys and blankets to make forts and schools and doggy daycare and whatnot come to life.
So I appreciated it. As I appreciated the quiet house for an hour. How lucky we all are.