What I Hear

Their footsteps as they “tap tap” down the hallway until they reach my side of the bed and say, “Mommy?”  The little pads and toes of their feet that I helped create bring them to me.

The sizzle of the bacon as it crisps up on the griddle while the sun streams in the kitchen window.

The squeak of the the big, black office chair as he goes to sit at his computer.

The sound of the wooden blinds, like a small “clap clap” as someone enters or exits the door that goes from the kitchen to the garage.

The toilet that runs if you do not make sure that the handle is in the right position after you flush.

The tiny “squish” noise of the seal on the refrigerator or freezer door – SO many times during the day of a busy family of five.

The back storm door that did not get closed all the way and so when the wind blows it “grrrrs” against the ground.

The neighbor’s spunky little dog that barks when anyone walks by his gate.  He wants out so badly, especially when another dog ambles by.

The sweet, loud chirping of birds right out my bedroom window early in the Spring mornings.

The distant din of the train going across the tracks, heard so clearly in the winter months when the air here is dry.

My other neighbor’s Porsche as he pulls out of his carport to go to work every week day morning.

The stop and start of the mail truck as the Grandpa inside delivers to each box on our street.

The rush of the faucet water into the tub to clean those little feet that trampled outside on the driveway earlier while playing and are “so dirty!”

The day’s final awake breaths from a little boy or girl as they drift off to sleep and the breath slows down and becomes more rhythmic.

The “I love you” as we lay in bed together at the end of a long day, my arm draped across his chest, my head nestled in the crook of his arm.

The night quiet of a house full of people and love and the promise of a new day…

 

 

What do YOU hear…?