The house is very QUIET---
On the porch:
The little red "digger" truck (just the right size for small hands to drive along the porch railing) is abandoned on the swing, and the blue sand bucket with yellow shovel sits at the door ready for the next river trip.
In the kitchen:
The half-eaten banana turns brown on the counter, and a few stray Fruit Loops lay scattered on the kitchen floor.
The "dirt-dirt" sippy cup is now washed and dried and back on the shelf ready for the next chocolate milk break.
In the living room:
The magic markers (truly magic because they only show marks on special paper) lay in disarray on a tray on the table.
The little American flag, at one time clutched in a chubby hand, no longer waves.
The house is very QUIET---
Upstairs on the floor is the remains of a Lincoln Log cabin. Only a few hours ago---
"Mimi, build a house," says the child sweetly.
"Okay, Jack Henry, you put the roof on," says Mimi obligingly.
"Why! Jack Henry! You crashed your truck into my house!" says Mimi, not too surprised.
"Yep! Mimi, let's do again!" says the 'precious' child with an impish grin.
Molly, the Jack Russell, morns the fact that her new buddy isn't around, and Daisy relaxes again, relieved that her home is no longer invaded by a noisy pint-sized stranger.
The house is very QUIET---
"Pops! POPS! PO-AHHH-OPS!!!!!
"No! No bath! No nap! No go inside!"
"Mimi! Mimi! Pops made the scoop (on the tractor) go BAM! BAM!" (Arms fly into the air for emphasis)
"Read book again, Mimi, ple-eee-ase!"
"When is Mommy coming?"
QUIET everywhere---
With many waves and kisses, Jack Henry, our "grandest" is buckled into the car seat for the three hour trip back to the city.
"Go that way, Mommy!" the two-year old commands, as he points down the mountain---150 miles to go!
Two tired grandparents sit down in the living room, feet up, and relive the joys of the last two days--basking in the QUIET that takes over the house.
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