O.K., so the house isn't silent anymore. There are trails to clean up, and piles. Lots of dishes, some extra stinky chore clothes. There are spats to break up and attitudes to prune, chores to keep reminding them of and many demands... Most all at once.
It's anything but silent now, but I'd have it no other way. There's laughter, and giggling, scheming and whispered planning. There are shrieks (not always of joy) and even a little tattling. This is what our home is meant to be. Filled with life, and noise and children. And even messes. Lots of them. It was nice to have a break, but even nicer to have them back.