I am sitting in a quiet house with two sleeping children snuggled into their beds for afternoon nap. Though Lily's naps have become less certain, this isn't unusual. The difference? It's 3:30, and they are completely tuckered out after their first day of preschool. Not a peep from that end of the house. And I sit here, having had a wonderfully productive morning of finishing one chapter, starting another, getting Canon's birthday gift boxed and mailed, getting laundry put away, more laundry in...and now a little break to sit and reflect on this new phase of life.
True, I've had a babysitter over the last few months so I could churn out this book. But there's something infinitely better about being alone in your own house. I know I am going to get to some of the projects that have been on my mind, use those spots in between writing inspiration to get the dishwasher unloaded or pick up a few toys. Four and a half hours, twice a week, counting the time it takes to drop them off and pick them up. I'll take it.
They both had a great time. Lily told me that her favorite part was the playground, especially climbing up on "thirty steps." Jack liked the time singing songs, and chose "Itsy Bitsy Spider"as his favorite song. Jack made a little paper crown with a tugboat, and Lily made a book about God's love. Everything I could ask for as my little ones come home from preschool.
And now, naps.
And quiet.
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