NOISE

Lots of time the noise in the house can get to be too much. Three boys screaming, yelling, stinking.... just too much for me. Other times, I sit silently and just listen as the sounds crash through the crevices under the doors, up/down the stairs, and my heart smiles.

This afternoon Ryan is in the basement with Kevin, and he is yapping up a storm. I heard a bit of a rustling behind me and asked if there was a child in the room... and Patrick spoke up from his normal spot in the blue rocking chair, where he is normally perched with a Hardy Boys book. I asked him if that was Ryan calling for him, so he smiled, dropped his book and took off for the basement. Sometimes that kid just makes me heart so warm that he would actually care if his baby brother wants him!