Sounds that warm a mother’s heart

I was in the basement taking laundry out of the dryer when I heard this series of sounds:

The shower turned on.

The toilet in the other bathroom flushed.

Big Brother yelled, “Oh, no!”

Feet thudded up the stairs.

Big Brother yelled “Sorry!” before his sister even had a chance to shout, “WHO FLUSHED ME?”

And I smiled, because with all the bickering those two do, it was nice to have a reminder that underneath it all, there’s love there.

Leave a Reply