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Nights with Levi have very quiet moments. Not every moment, but many. We go about our routine: playing games, making simple food, putting things away. At one point, I realize: it’s quiet.

Right now, it’s not quiet. Right now, we are in the midst of getting pajamas on, and my dear boy is finding nearly any excuse he can to not put on his pajamas. I think the current explanation is not being able to untie his shoes. But, soon, we’ll go back to a quiet moment.

It’s not usually like this when we’re all home together. When we’re all home together, someone needs attention for some reason most any time. Now, Peter is working evenings. Now he’s graduated, and our life has changed. Add an abnormally event-full calendar, and well, we’re having a little difficulty adjusting. This is one of only a few evenings where Levi and I are just Levi and me.

Commenting on this quiet seems a fitting method to get back into the daily writing. Next week, Levi will be fully transitioned to the new school. Next week, Peter will be taking Levi to school, and I will be picking him up three times a week. Next week, our schedule shifts again. Next week, we should be able to enjoy more of these quiet moments.

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