When the day is done

All is quiet, and the day is done. I see my precious, sleeping, little ones all snugg in their beds. Isn't it funny how when the house is quiet enough one can hear the creaks of the house? It is at this time that I miss the cries, the sighs, the giggles, and the squeals of laughter... How lonely it will be when they are old enough to leave. I know that there should be a lot of time between now and then but, time either plays a trick on the mind or it moves so swiftly... it was a little over a year ago and my then "little guy" seemed so little, and the twins were so tiny. I just look at them now. Wow! Look at all that they are. They independent, they feed themselves, walk, run, climb, steal my things, and yowl (baby sing)! Even today the twins are both starting to say mama with understanding that it gets my attention. How lonely night is.