So it was dark, a little after 8 p.m., when I parked on our street and let myself into the house. Lights were on, but the place was silent – in a way that NO house with a 5 year old and a 2 year old in it is silent.
I walked around and checked each empty room, puzzling out the possibilities. Joe’s car was in the driveway, so they had to have walked wherever they went. The nearby café we used to frequent for post-dinner smoothies recently closed, so that left the library down the block as the prime suspect.
I grabbed my keys, locked up, and trudged back out to the sidewalk.
But then I thought I heard faint giggles and voices, coming from somewhere in the area of our house.
Could Joe and the girls be outside, in our backyard, though the moon and the streetlights were the only sources of light at this point?
Yep. As I walked down our long driveway, I spotted silhouetted figures bobbing up and down on the trampoline, and heard peals of high-pitched, little girl laughter.
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