Today I am doing laundry, changing sheets and more laundry. I have to walk through my family room to get to my washing machine. Two weeks ago my family room looked like this:
Every seat was taken. Farmer Boy didn't have a seat, he had to sit on the floor. Family everywhere.
It was messy. It was loud. It was necessary. It was a blessing.
Today my family room looks like this.
It is empty. There are no bottoms occupying any of the seats. Does the couch look a little forlorn to you? Don't you think the recliner looks a little pathetic, sitting there, arms wide open, waiting to hug someone, envelope them with all of its plush comfort? No one. Nowhere. It's clean, it's quiet. It's empty.
I love quiet. I love clean. I love noisy, messy, family. I'm glad there are times for both.
I'm glad Farmer Boy is coming back tonight.