Love

It was quiet in our house.  No Twinsies yelling.  No hitting. No Gracie bossing Lucas around. Suddenly, I heard the pitter-patter of feet and the refrigerator door opening and closing.  I found this scene out on our front porch.

Just a brother and a sister enjoying some cheese on a Monday morning, rocking and chatting.  No cares in the world. Just love.