A home can be quite loud when it is quiet. This past weekend ours was filled with the clamor of all our family, dogs, babies and adults, pots and pans, rock and roll and love skipping through us all. But slowly all the noise began to fade away as family after family set sail, our youngest the last, her little car loaded and pointed east. We always stand in the driveway signing “I love you” as their cars, winged with arms waving “I love you” glide away toward home and then Betty and I walk into a very quiet home—but it’s not silent. It is swollen with the rushing sounds of a flood of new love memories, its rooms are quietly folded shut but the chorus of the family that was just there lingers on reverberating in our heart. The hallway is empty, the rec room shut off, the dining room bare the table leaves removed, our home made for two again and we sat quietly and listen to all the love songs that this home sings—a top ten list for 22 years.
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