I love the life that the boys bring to our home. They are loud and full of spunk, energy, LIFE.
But I am slowly beginning to love the moments of quietness as well. I love hearing nothing but the house settling for the night or the birds chirping in winter sun. Sometime I realized all that I have missed by not being a little quieter myself.
I think my favorite sound is the sound of the boys as the breath while they sleep at night
that and the wind when it blows the leaves in spring, it sounds like they are clapping and applauding me for a great accomplishment.
Then again I love the sound the leaves make as the crunch under my feet in the fall after they have fallen from the trees. Or the branches on the bear winter trees as the knock in the wind.
I am now reminded that I am lucky to hear the sounds, I think of how I would describe that sound to someone that could not hear it. Its my art that I am eagerly learning. I cant wait till I can describe these sounds in silence, with sign.
But I am slowly beginning to love the moments of quietness as well. I love hearing nothing but the house settling for the night or the birds chirping in winter sun. Sometime I realized all that I have missed by not being a little quieter myself.
I think my favorite sound is the sound of the boys as the breath while they sleep at night
that and the wind when it blows the leaves in spring, it sounds like they are clapping and applauding me for a great accomplishment.
Then again I love the sound the leaves make as the crunch under my feet in the fall after they have fallen from the trees. Or the branches on the bear winter trees as the knock in the wind.
I am now reminded that I am lucky to hear the sounds, I think of how I would describe that sound to someone that could not hear it. Its my art that I am eagerly learning. I cant wait till I can describe these sounds in silence, with sign.
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