Forts are magical things.
They turn a crying kid into a happy kid.
At least for a few minutes.
Everyone is asleep in my house.
Lily and Chad are asleep on the couch together which is nothing short of beautiful. (both softly snoring in unison)
I have a hard time knowing what to do in a quiet moment.
Part of me says: "Quick! Fall asleep!" Then the other part says: "Quick! Fold laundry/scrub a tub/unload dishwasher!"
I'm used to moving every second: picking up, wiping up, cleaning up, timing-out, dishing out, calling out, I mean really it just goes on, you know.
So, right now, I am sitting on my little brick steps that lead into our sweet little home. A warm breeze is company, lots of leaves too.
And I am just watching and listening. To the leaves swish around, birds bickering, distant sirens, kids at the park playing, and its lovely.
I find most answers to my wonderings come when I am just listening and watching, being quiet. Not prying or begging, just being quiet and available.