The tick of the clock. Irregular because it needs new batteries.
The whir of the fan above me.
And the click of my fingers on the keyboard.
The boys, all three of mine, are biking to the store to get ice cream for a late night snack.
We spent two hours in the pool this afternoon. The heat had gotten to a temperature where moods, mine especially, were effected. And it's only May.
The boys, minus E, were thrilled to splash around. Their love of swimming came back almost immediately after going in for the first time last week. And since that first time we've been back in every day. And here it is, Friday. A whole week has whirred past.
Dinner was spent on the back porch. Or slab. Whatever you want to call it. I bought a table cloth and some cute summery plates. A first for our family to have summerware - and our first time eating out on the slab. Both boys spent most of the time worrying about the flies and when a grasshopper showed up on the wall their focus turned quickly from steak to insect.
Tonight, with them gone, I've allowed myself time of quiet. This is unusual for me because I tend to crave noise. I'll turn on NPR, iTunes, or even a movie just to fill the void. And it's because, like on nights like this, the tick of the clock and the whir of the fan remind me of how fast time is passing.
If I don't hear it I don't have to think about it. If I don't stop and stand still, I won't see it moving past me. Faster than me.
The summer will go by fast. I stared at my calendar last night and realized what fun we have planned. Fun means fast. Nights like this will come and go. Soon, W1 will be in Kindergarten and nights like this will be harder to find.
And I know that I will miss this. That even on the days where I'm ready to be done with my children, I still know I will miss this. Terribly.
Ah. Too much silence. I'm wishing them back from the store already.
