Upon the Day’s End

It’s finally quiet.

Almost.

I still hear the pitter patter of little feet in the girl’s room. The occasional laugh. A subsequent whimper from the one being taunted. Then a soothing lullaby sung by a caring, and repentant big sister.

Bathtub is damp. Teeth are brushed. Books have been read. Songs sung. Prayers said.

And I sit in front of the computer and *sigh*.

Life is pretty good.