Yesterday I was in the car by myself, heard a song I liked and turned up the radio. It occurred to me then that I had been driving for about seven minutes just thinking. Thinking about whatever I wanted. And other than the radio, it was silent. No fighting. No shrieking. No endless questions.
How I relished that moment.
About three minutes later, the van was again filled with fights, shrieks and questions. I wouldn't want it any other way. That noise is what fills my heart even if it drowns out my own thoughts.
I spend very little time by myself these days. Whether I'm with the girls, with Scott or both, I don't often have time to just think. I work from home, so I don't even have the morning and evening drive.
It's something that you don't really notice you're missing until it hits you while you're turning up some catchy pop song. And in that moment, you close your eyes (figuratively, in my case) and soak it up because it never lasts long.