I love the rare moments when an aura of calm falls over our home.
Moments like last night after dinner.
I was in the kitchen cleaning up.
Henry was reading quietly on the couch.
Claire was in her bedroom singing to her dollies.
Matt was putzing around the backyard, feeding the dog and checking his garden.
And Adam was in the family room, doing somersault in his underwear while yelling like a death metal rocker through an empty paper towel roll.