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Browsing Tag: quiet

Morning, Beachside

The dappled sunlight was growing brighter through the thin white cotton curtains, dancing on the powder blue walls of the room.  David had already gotten up, leaving me to wake on my own in the silence of the early morning.  Both girls appeared beside me, asking to climb into bed. Saoirse:  “Can you you help me?” Quinn:  “I want down.  HELP.” I was on my side, eyes still half-closed, as the girls played beside me on the mattress with the new cars they’d gotten as souvenirs.  Saoirse was sprawled against my legs.  Quinn sat at my head, her little toes resting against my arms, driving her train in and out of the tunnel she’d made under the sheet.  The room was quiet save for the girls’s questions about their cars and the sounds of the wheels rolling over the bedspread.  It was 6:45 in the morning, on the fifth day of our vacation.  We had nowhere to go in a hurry.  Orange juice was waiting for them in the fridge. The sun grew brighter against the sky blue of the walls, and I closed my eyes again, listening…

Do You Hear That? Me, Neither

It’s like we turned a corner, suddenly found ourselves out of that sketchy neighborhood, and can now unlock our doors and sit up straight in our seats. It’s as if that awful fist fight between Ashton Kutcher and Wilmer Valderrama really was just a bad nightmare after all, and I’ve woken up to find that I’m not really stuck in the body of Topher Grace, and I don’t have live on the set of That 70’s Show with shag carpeting and tiny, tiny televisions.  I feel like the rain clouds have moved away, and I’m twirling on the mountaintop, arms outstretched, petticoat swinging, hurling my happy voice to the tops of the clouds and the floating birds. The children are getting along. Do you hear me, people?!  The children. are getting. along.  Getting along getting along getting along!!  They’re playing together and beside each other and in the same room and they’re GETTING ALONG!! Hallelujah.  Let the choirs sing the glory, shall we? Last week was what I would call a “lost week.” The kind of days where there&#8217…