There are times, usually late at night and in the wee hours, when Guitar Dad's home is eerily quiet. No pitter-patter of little feet. No swinging Star Wars light sabers. No Dora the Explorer or Wow Wow Wubbzy on the tube. Just good old-fashioned peace and quiet.
While I appreciate such tranquility, I've decided I much prefer the noisy, unruly and sometimes belligerent atmosphere of a house full of kid-centric mayhem. This realization became clear to me this morning when, after a good hour of hushed conversation with my beautiful wife, my son and daughter emerged from slumber and proceeded to quickly wrestle all discussion away from mom and dad.
We couldn't get a word in edgewise. These little people are complete chatterboxes. They just can't stop yapping. And I can't stop feeling extremely lucky for it.