Nick
The house is finally quiet.
The rare, beautiful kind of quiet that only comes after three kids—one still in infancy—are bathed, pajamaed, and successfully wrangled into beds. Joshua, our oldest, is more than likely reading with a flashlight, congratulating himself on his sneakiness, while his younger brother Henry sleeps like a log in the room they share. Through the hum of the baby monitor on the counter, I hear Olive’s sweet sigh, a sound she often makes right before falling asleep.