I am back in my quiet house after spending 4 days and nights with 200+ girls at a church camp. The fact that I can only hear the clock ticking and my fingers clicking on the keyboard right now is music to my ears. No crazy Pink Pajama or Shark or Jacob Jingle Heimer Smith Songs being blasted in my ears. The silence is a beautiful sound.
Don't get me wrong, I had a great time, but it is nice to be home.
Sure, I'd love to have a home filled with the laughter of children, but today I will enjoy my quiet home. As I drove home from camp I was reminded that this weekend is Father's Day and that my husband has not yet fulfilled his desire to be a father. Someday he will get "World's Best Dad" mugs and cards. I hope that someday comes soon. But today and this weekend and I try to help him feel of my love and appreciation for him and try to help him have a good weekend.