is full of sounds.

Blending smoothies with coconut milk and pineapple.Chantingand praying with candles while wearing capes.The moments of thinking aloud as my oldest is starting to keep his first journaland even outside the house, the boys run off to leave one in the sandbox.She reminds me of Paul, the way she watches and looks around.Now there is quiet, until tomorrow when we face a new week with smiles and cheers.