>She was kind enough to stop by my humble home and grace us with her presence yesterday. Today, she is back to give us a speech. Please welcome back The Empress….
If you ever need a cure for house envy, come to our house. You’ll leave feeling that your house is the best organized, most tightly run ship on the planet. A visit here is good for that. With 4 males in the house, the level of noise is beyond what some would find comfortable. The same can be said for the level of activity, as in indoor soccer games, and football tossing.
There is someone always either playing the piano, or shooting the Nerf guns (yes–S– as in PLURAL, as in MANY to choose from), or seeing how many paper airplanes can be flown off the upstairs balcony at once. Hmmmm….maybe they’ll fly better if we tape pennies to them.
Snacking is always going on, there is PlayStation being played, more boys from the neighborhood, a Wii game may be started upstairs. The lemonade pitcher will be spilled, and someone will leave their unfinished popsicle to melt on the kitchen island. There are shoes to be tripped over, and lego pieces that will spike the tender arch of your foot.
This is our home, with love in the chaos.
I grew up in a silent home. My mother didn’t like noise, and didn’t encourage interaction. She preferred quiet solitude. This was a good thing, in part, it turned us all into insatiable readers. But, my memories of what it was like growing up, are often accompanied by the sound of the quiet ticking of the clock in the dining room that I would hear daily.
I grew up wanting a boisterous home, bursting at the seams with family life, much like my friend Stephanie had. That’s what I wanted. I am now blessed with that. I am the mother of sons.
And, within the sound of yet another vase breaking, or a dish being dropped, or the sound of experimental aircraft being thrown off the upstairs balcony, you will hear love among the chaos. The sounds of a full house, and my own full, satisfied heart.
The redneck goes to a very expensive doctor. The doctor who is in a hurry and is sure the redneck can’t pay for his operation, just hands the redneck a firecracker and says, “Light this, hold it, count to 10.” The redneck is confused but the doctor seems to know what he’s doing.
The redneck goes home and lights the firecracker. He starts counting with the aid of his fingers… “1…2…3…4…5…” The redneck pauses, puts the firecracker between his legs and resumes counting on the other hand….