It's early. Maybe not so early as dark. The house is so quiet, a rare thing, and I'm feeling peace. It's not often that I have time to myself, and I'm loving the solitude. I'm afraid to turn on the light, start breakfast, or do anything that might awaken a small child. So, I'm blogging because it's quiet and requires no light other than the glow of the screen.

Life is really good now. My kids are bringing me much, much joy these days. What will we do today? Draw more pictures of "Monsters" (stick figures with some sort of scribbles on their bodies), go outside and stomp in piles of leaves that they beg me to rake into piles over and over so they can jump in them, throw them, kick them and bury themselves (and me) in them, or play endless games of, "Mommy, count to three" which is basically 'hide and go seek' except I count to ten, (yes, I do count to ten even though they still say three and we've gone over it a million times, they just like three) while I watch them hide in the same spot everytime, and then pretend I don't know where they are until they decide they're ready to jump out and say, "BOO".

Which adventure will we choose? We won't decide just yet. We'll wait for the day to take us there.

I hear the first kiddie steps of the day...