The Delight of Quiet Time

Who knows how much longer . . . 

My hand lays across Elliot's chest, and I feel it rise and fall with the peaceful rhythm of sleep. I step lightly from his room and quietly close the door behind me. Who knows how much longer he'll nap, but I'm grateful he has today. 

Because it feels good . . . 

The day is warm and all the windows of the house are flung open to let the breeze push through. I hear Vivian's little voice, slightly louder than necessary, floating in from the backyard and through my bedroom window, as I lay down on my belly, across the bed. I've draped a dark burnt orange blanket over my shoulders, not because I need it, but because it feels good. 

Little House in the Big Woods is open in front of me and I see Mary standing at the butter churn, a helpful smile on her face. Always so helpful. A spiral notebook and my favorite blue pen stand at the ready for inspired writing. 

I drift into the beauty of quiet time . . . 

I drift into the beauty of quiet time and let this peaceful moment carry me into a state of flow. 

Quiet Time Expectations:

1. The children play independently, quietly inside, or outside as loud as they'd like. 

2. Mommy relaxes, alone.