Friday, July 8, 2011

not too quiet

It is strange, living next to a cemetery.

I tuck in my boys with the last bit of energy I have, tired, frustrated, ready for the quiet of children sleeping.
Outside their window I see my friend, visiting her son's grave.  

My hug lingers longer than it would have otherwise.

God, thank you for THIS day with these kids.
Let this night be quiet,
but not too quiet.

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