I was cooking supper tonight and the house was quiet. The kids were awake, so I became alarmed. History tells me that if the kids are awake and I don’t hear them, there is reason to worry.
I found them laying on the couch looking at Ella’s book that her teachers at St. Timothy made for her last year. I rushed for my camera, because moments like these don’t last very long. Sure enough, the bliss of a peaceful house was short lived.
You know what, I wouldn’t have it any other way!