Quiet House

We have a quiet house. In the last year, since both my kids moved out, I’ve become accustomed to a quiet house. But last week my daughter and her new boyfriend were here for five days. And my son, who lives nearby, came for dinner two nights. There’s been lots of laughter, conversation, music, and even a blaring TV. But they’re gone, and I have a quiet house. I miss the noise, I miss the laughter, I miss my kids. In a few days, I’ll get used to the quiet house and the comfortable rhythm my husband and I have developed over the past year. I like that too. But I’d rather have a noisy house.