A little sun, a little rain

I went for a walk this morning.

I went for a walk early. It was sunny and sixty. Almost perfect.

I got a half a block away from home after a beautiful hour long walk and I heard the first roll of thunder.

I got to walk in the sun just before the rain came.

Funny thing is, I knew the chance of rain was 50%. Maybe it makes the walk in the sun that much better? Maybe it makes the storm that much harder?

I got to walk in the sun just before the storm.

Quiet Noise

The days are busy. The days go fast.

The noise is plentiful. The hours can be draining.

I am learning to quiet the noise. I am working on seeing the beauty.

The beauty of a curly-haired, red-faced, energetic boy.
                       When he says a word that I don't want to hear.
                       When he says it in a way, that I don't like the tone.
                       When he does an action just to see what the reaction is.

I am learning to quiet the noise. I am working on seeing the beauty.
                       When said boy pees the bed for the fourth time this week.
                        I'm not sure how much longer his sheets will make it through the wash.
                       And I'm tired of going home at lunch to switch the sheets.

I am learning to quiet the noise. I am working on seeing the beauty.
                       When the spikey-haired, curious, toddler comes flailing into the room.
                       Ready to fight and ready to push.
                       Wanting what he can't have and making it known.

I am learning to quiet the noise.  I am working on seeing the beauty.
                        When the toy runs into the wall for the sixth time.
                        When the glass breaks.
                        When the cries erupt.

I am learning to quiet the noise. I am working on seeing the beauty.

Because it is all around me.
            With the smile and kiss from the boy.
            With the hug or the touch from the boy.
            With an arm around the waist from their daddy.
            When they play together happily.
            When the day is done. When I see them in their bed. I could cry because it is so beautiful. And I am reminded..... I need to quiet the noise. I need to see the beauty. It really is all around me.