The people in my house are loud. Unquestionably loud. Deafeningly loud. I, however, am quiet. How quiet? Church mice might occasionally ask me to speak up.
I’m out-numbered by my husband and kids, four of the most loving, tender, and funny people you could ever meet. They also happen to be completely audible from any room of the house or corner of the yard (and possibly, both ends of the street).
I believe that this stark difference between me and the rest of my family is a huge part of why God put us together. My boys help me to get my belly laughs out, and I help them to settle down and fall asleep!
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