35. Full Beds

Tonight I returned from playing church basketball to an empty house, to empty beds. Tom and Makayla went with me, and I pressured Makayla into playing too. Her voice was almost gone when she reminded me on the way home that she was still feeling sick.

Tomorrow is Tom's first Success in the Sand one-mile inspirational training down at the end of our beach, so the boys are sleeping in grandma's bed. 

Normally the boys would be asleep right now anyway and the house would be quiet. And yet, this silence is empty. Passing by their dark room, I felt the void deeply. 

Sometimes I wish for peace and quiet, for emptiness, for silence. But not tonight. I miss my boys. I miss the beds being filled with intermittent sighs and sweaty shoes and socks being flung around on the floor. Sleep well, sweet lambs.