I’m listening to a sweet sound.
I’m holed up back in my bedroom, doing research, answering emails, studying, writing.
But out in the family room, just beyond my door, I can hear it.
That sweet, sweet sound.
It’s my four oldest children and a friend.
They are talking. Conversing. Laughing.
Telling stories, reflecting, sharing.
Enjoying each other’s company and exchanging dialog.
My kids. Talking as friends.
It’s beautiful. Eavesdropping. Eavesdropping on a goal of parenting, that hope that after growing up in your home, your children will find friendship with each other.
What a blessing.
What a sweet sound.