Hearing the silence

Just a quickie today. The girls are back at school, the house is quiet save for the sound of the persistent rain against the windows. I've spent two days now tidying and cleaning away all signs of the holidays. Now and again I stop and listen, but no giggles, no singing, no squabbling. No little sister up at the crack of dawn, no big sister lying languidly in bed at midday, no lazy days doing as we please - a week at the beach, an awfully big camping adventure, trips to visit friends in new places. No listening as the fridge and kitchen cupboard doors are opened in constant search of carbohydrates and no more getting dressed as and when we feel like it.



It may not have been the sunniest of summers but thank you girls for giving us so many warm memories - girly tea parties, endless "mum dancing", book and cuddle sharing, junping into cold, cold seas on warm, warm days, late nights watching favourite films, late nights listening to the animals chewing at our tent and late nights walking across the fields gazing at the stars. Thank you.

I will be back next week when the silence isn't so loud. Have a good weekend, enjoy it.