One night not so long ago, our house was quiet. That right there is a beautiful memory, but it gets even better. The children had all gone peacefully to bed, Kurt was settled at his computer doing whatever it is he does there and I had curled up in bed, bundled in warm blankets, reading a new book.
Into this cozy atmosphere drifted... a laugh. It was soft and slightly muffled, but still tingled with excitement. Sighing, I unwrapped my cocoon and walked over to the girls' room, thinking to settle them back down from illicit bunk bed playing. As I reached the door, though, I heard the laughter again and then the rustle of blankets coming from Silvia's bed.
She was still asleep, smiling and laughing at some dream. Then her little lips opened again and she giggled out, "Anna!", rolled over to her side and quieted back down into her covers. For all the fighting, grumping and general sisterly nonsense those two can muster, Silvia's sweet dreams show what lies underneath it all-- and it's happy.
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