What is it about the sound of moving furniture upstairs that makes one cringe?
What is it about the sound of running water that makes one very, very uneasy?
What is it about the slam of a door that makes one think of pinched fingers?
What is it about the
What is it about waking up to a little face just inches from your nose that puts you in the twilight zone?
What is it about the silence in the rooms at the end of the visit that makes you so very sad?
Yes, suddenly the house seems so empty. Like their energy is still there but they aren't. I look as though expecting there they'll be.
ReplyDeleteIt's about life with grandkids. It's all good!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post!
ReplyDeleteNo one either slamming the door or leaving it wide open. One of my favorite stories is when they stood outside my bedroom door at 5am yelling at each other about whether or not they were waking me up. Hope they come back soon.
ReplyDeleteI miss those days.
ReplyDeleteI could relate when my grand kids lived far away. Now that I see them more often, it's not so sad. In fact next week will be Grandma camp, as Jill prepares for the school year.
ReplyDeleteOh, how love time with my two little granddaughter's
ReplyDeleteThey always make you feel so loved.
I smile
at your sharing...
That's just lovely and says it all. :)
ReplyDeleteKids can certainly fill a house. When i'm in public and see a child doing something mine used to do, i get that same uneasy feeling, my subconscious remembers, and part of me wants it back.
ReplyDeleteHow quickly we get accustomed to all the petty distractions and how quickly we miss them when they're gone.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much here. The father in me is touched.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a poem I wrote years ago that went
ReplyDeleteWhat is it about the rain that....
line after line. After reading your post, I said "What is is about the rain?"
I always take a mental note of where my daughter is/was when I heard a siren.
What is it about a siren that makes your heart skip a beat?
Love it.
This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteha. def the patter of feet makes you hold the breathe...its all expectation...what we have conditioned ourselves will happen when we hear it...smiles...the noises of life....
ReplyDeleteAwww.. that's so bittersweet. I hope to know, one day. I SO want grandchildren.
ReplyDeleteYou painted a clear picture there.
ReplyDeleteCleaning up after the young grandchildren visited, I could not wipe away their little fingerprints from the front glass door for quite a while.
How is it that we love, love, love children; that we wanted them, had them, have grandkids (some of you), that they drive us batty, worry us, make us mad, and we still love, love, love them.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making me smile and feel an appreciation for mine.