I'm not usually awake at this hour, but well, here I am. Wide awake. Here's why:
I crawled into bed tonight and snuggled in. The house was cozy and dark, and locked up tight, but still, I couldn't sleep. It was too noisy!
Murray was breathing heavily from his room across the hall, Craig was gently snoring (in my ear and not so gently), and Rudy, well, he was exhausted and groaning with happiness while lying on my feet. The wind was howling, competing with the roar of the furnace.
So, I drowned out the noise (or tried to) and said my prayers. And then, it occurred to me. It might be noisy, but it's my very own symphony. These are the sounds that my loved ones make, and I couldn't be more grateful. It's my lullaby.