If you have a child, or have been around children, you understand there is generally no such thing as a quiet moment.
But peace is relative. Little voices, incessant questions and tugging pudgy hands all point to the presence of a sure thing. It’s called life, and it’s far preferable to the alternative.
Mature people I respect tell me the silence in a home can be deafening after children grow up and move away.
Bring on the noise.