this is one of those weeks
when every bed in the house is full
three blow up beds full
a body on each couch
the table groans under the weight of the food
chairs snuggled tight together so no one is ever left out
laughter floating everywhere
quiet,
and at times not so quiet,
singing
I am missing the piano
but grateful for the fingers
that strum the guitars
constant gurgling of the coffee pot
and whistling of the kettle
it seems someone is cooking something all the time
there is so much love in every room
every corner
so many hugs
even tears have a deep sweet fragrance
all the little noises
in the quiet of the night
life is very beautiful
and so much more so when lived in midst of people
who love each other
I am deeply blessed by these moments
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