Andy & I are a lot alike in a lot of ways. Like, scary alike.
But there’s one way in which we’re complete, polar opposites.
In the summers, when Andy’s working outside on the property, or he’s working inside while Rylee naps, he has the radio blaring. He hates it when it’s quiet.
Me?
Oh, how I love that sweet sound of nothing.
After not sleeping well Friday night, Rylee took a three hour nap on Saturday. On the couch. Draped over the top of me.
And you better believe I sat there, for the entire three hours soaking up the snuggles and the silence.
I even read a book. An entire stinking book.
Then on Sunday, while Ry napped I kept the house quiet again. Not really for her, but for me. I folded umpteen loads of laundry in complete silence.
There’s just so much noise in the world.
I relish in the silence.
Her & I both love her naps.
The sound of silence ranks right up there on my list of favorite sounds with hearing her giggle.
I love my girl, I really do. But I won’t lie…
I’m gonna hate it when she gives up naptime.
The Monster at 3 weeks old.
