It was so quiet. Just sitting in the kitchen this morning was so quiet. I could hear the pages of the newspaper turn as I read at the island in the kitchen. I had to get ready for my flight back to Kentucky for work. I heard an odd noise in the corner by the window. Turned out to be the timer for some Christmas lights. That’s how quiet it was.

The past few days however, had been filled with lots of sound, lots of noise. Three toddlers, a puppy, and 8 adults had turned the house into a free for all daycare, game room, and cafeteria for the Holiday. The new “playroom” on the main floor was ground zero. Adults would take turns as monitor to make sure the current child, dog, or group was having fun, safe, and not bleeding. When things would get anxious due to a missed nap or late lunch Curious George, Peppa Pig, Frosty or Rudolph came to the rescue. Who knew that pigs spoke with a British accent?

How wonderful to be able to have all the children and all the Grandchildren all in one place at one time. It may never happen again. Yes it was wonderful. There were times that I would cringe at a blood curdling scream, or the quiet pause after a “thud” just waiting for the soon to be cry for momma or dada or daddy depending on which toddler took the plunge. I am working on my patience for high pitched screams. My total adoration, affection and love for these minions could never be overshadowed by my occasional grumpy grandpa look. They are little piles of clay being molded every day into persons. The transformation is the joy of life. I cherish every second of being part of that process. To hear a word spoken for the first time. To be present for a first experience of any kind by a little one. These are the moments that form their lives, and our best memories. I don’t mind that I am called gramma or bubble a million times a day – these little people can call me anything they want.

But now it was quiet. Everyone had left, all back to their normal homes and daily routines. Almost like it never happened. The several bags of trash and dozens of dirty diapers, piles of towels, an overlooked worn out sippy cup, empty wine and beer bottles are clear signs that there was life here – but now it is just a memory. The very best memory of the very best time.