The sound of children.

Oh, little voices. They can be so cheerful. They can be so... grating. 

I love Milo’s laugh. I love Milo’s sweet voice. I love when he says “happy Easter.”  But, when I am putting his sister to bed and he decides to come in and wish her a happy Easter, I do not relish the sound. Now, I am listening to Marian cry in the back and scolding Milo when he laughs too loudly. 

I am not relishing their voices right now. 

But, it is Easter eve and so eggs are dyed, baskets are ready for the essential worker, the Easter Bunny, to arrive tonight. 

Both kids are crying now. 

Little voices. Please hush. 

Favorite color. This egg was also dyed red as an enhancement. 

Beautiful eggs with beautiful people.