Silence
I've waited all day for this luxurious quiet time
I'm reveling in it
Lounging with it
Nodding my head in silent acceptance and appreciation
If silence was tangible I would hug every fiber of its being
Our day was filled with imagination. Colors, noises, and energy were palpable. Fynn turned our living room into a carpentry shop, fixing each one of his mini chairs:
He also made "pretty eyes" for himself and Paige, using dry erase markers as eye liner and eye shadow...
It was a typical day. A laugh filled day. A cry filled day. A day.
Another day. Day 24.
And to that, and soft quiet evenings, I lift my tea cup.






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