‘Twas the night before the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the house, there were some creatures stirring, but thankfully, none were a mouse. With no school in session tomorrow, my two daughters are enjoying time with their friends, which has given me an unexpected evening at home by myself with our two cats. I am not sure that it constitutes a holy night, but it is a silent night.
With the hustle and bustle of the holiday season getting ready to kick into high gear, I am savoring this proverbial calm before the storm. After working all day and tending to household chores, the peace and quiet is more than welcomed. There were plenty of nights in the not so distant past when the silence was suffocating and left me feeling inordinately alone. Tonight, it feels different, though.
I am grateful that I have learned to enjoy my own company and to view the silence as an ally, not an enemy. It is such a small, simple pleasure, but it is meaningful to me. In a few hours, I will swap this quiet time for the chatter and laughter of my daughters, but for now, the silence is golden. For that I am truly grateful.
Just one thing each day . . .
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