I have thirty minutes of complete and utter solitude right now.
This. Never. Happens.
I’m sitting in a rocker, in the sunlight, drinking a beer and listening to the sounds of birds and cars and the tick tick of the cuckoo clock across the room. It is lovely.
(Of course, never mind that I gave up alcohol for Lent and it is Holy Week, which I am sure makes it worse. Ellie tells me that God forgives and I believe her.)
Soon the children will be home and I’ll hear the stories of their day at Oma’s house. We will be filled up with Ellie’s laughter and Tessa’s insistence for cookies (more cookies!!) and John’s chatter about his day. It will be a different kind of wonderful.
But for now, this.
Quiet.
Calm.
Breathe.
Lovely.
Yo soy La Lay 
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