Silence is not always so golden......

It was a lovely brisk October Sunday. Matt watching (what else) football on the couch. I'm in the bedroom sorting laundry. Oliver bouncing between the two of us...... underfoot, diving onto the couch, rolling onto the floor, driving his cars along the walls or chasing the cats.

All of the sudden it was noticeably quiet.

Much too quiet.

The kind of silence that rings loud and clear, but only after damage has been done.