Symphony

Tromp tromp. Patatatatapatapatapatapatapatathumpthump.

Lying in bed as the afternoon passes around me, relishing the offer of a solo nap - an entire mattress to myself, snuggled up to my ears in my comforter, hoping to fall asleep for once, but not terribly concerned either way.

Through the walls I can track the back and forth hops, skips, and thumps of tiny little footsteps, effortlessly joyful, bouncing about in their regular gait. Squeals and hollers, giddy noises and eye rolling (yes, moms can in fact hear eyes rolling) - it's all there, not keeping me awake, but warming up my insides, cozying up my bed until I sink right down, not even realizing that I've finally drifted of to sleep to my favorite music. A full and happy home.