"Oreo, you are just like the kids when they were little!" I told him.
I had gotten up to enjoy the morning quiet. Made coffee, ate a half of bagel, got out hamburger, put away dishes and had just set down to work on my sermon when I hear the door creek open and the pitter, patter of little feet come out to my chair. He sat, looking at me knowing that I would put down the computer and put him out. Had a treat and a drink of water and went back to bed. I smiled.
When the boys were little I would try to sneak up as early as possible to have some "me" time or just get a few things done and it never failed...they would come to find me. Sometimes it exasperated me, I'm afraid to admit. Now I get all of the early morning time I want.
And I dream of the sound of little feet coming to climb on my lap. I put my head back and hear a parade in my mind as those little feet sounds change from pitter patter to the on-the-go racing around the island of elementary kids to the clumping of middle school boys and the different sounds of the various activity shoes of high school and young men.
Those feet let me know when they are trying not let me know they are up. Sounds of feet have told me the way the school or the fishing day went or how was the date. Pacing, excited, sad, mad,frustrated and happy feet.
My favorite I think are the pitter patter feet.
But really? I like them all.
I know our house is getting quieter by the year and I'll be waiting for feet coming up my steps!!!
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