Quiet...

My house is really quiet. Marcus and the babies drove to our hometown today to give back my FIL's truck and pick up our car which has been repaired (we hope). Can I just say how much I relish the time alone. I love it. I finished my book (Just Call Me Mrs. Miracle, another Christmas book), I addressed Christmas cards while listening to christmas music, I cleaned the kitchen and sorted baby clothes and now I'm just sitting quietly pondering my next move. A quiet, relaxing evening. The babies and Marcus will return home tomorrow morning.

Marcus reported that Eli bit his sister today, this is not good news. I really hope this was a one time occurrence as I really don't want to go through a biting stage. I think now I'll go find another book to start.

And a quote that I love that has nothing to do with anything in this post except I like it and want to remember it.

'There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.” --Washington Irving


Good Night.