I do not have children so my house has never been very loud. I really noticed it today though. I sat in my kitchen, laid my head on my cold island, and listened. The silence was deafening. The silense was painful. In that moment I would have given anything to hear a child scream for me. Or to hear a lamp break from a bouncing ball. What I would give for that silence to be broken by laughter of a child. It breaks my heart. My house has no life. I turn on the TV or radio to not have to hear the silence. I trust in God that it will not always be this way but sometimes my patience escapes me. Days like this I look around and am so greatful for Christ and my husband.. If not for them this silence would drive me mad.