Life

There is life in this home tonight...our kids were WOUND and out of control; Aunt Ashley is here, she and Kari are laughing on the couch...the babies, an hour after going to bed, are still jabbering. The dog is licking; has been for an hour and now the house smells vaguely of corn chips. The TV is on, as are many lights. And I gotta say...I would not have it any other way.