Our apartment faces the pool and basketball court in our complex.

This morning, I was awakened by the sounds of two kinder-forms playing outside. Actually, it wasn’t the ‘playing’ that woke me up… it was the yelling. And the laughing.

My first thought, after I realized that I was conscious, was “What in the Nine Hells is going on out there?!?” But, being FAR to lazy to actually get up and investigate, I laid in bed and listened a little longer. The exchanges went something like this:

  • Child 1: *yelling something* *laugh*
    Child 2: *laugh*
    ~ running footsteps ~
    ::: repeat :::

Child 2 actually said/yelled something a couple of times, but the above pattern was the norm.

I listened to them for a few minutes before rolling out of bed. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a roll. Maybe it was a controlled fall. Maybe it was a graceful, almost poetically acrobatic exit. *shrug* Whatever it was, I got out of bed. I still didn’t look out of the window.

When I thought a little more about the kids, I actually started laughing: Many rains ago, that would have been my friends and me running around the “tot lots” (mini-playgrounds in most communities/subdivisions) in Columbia, MD or our babysitter’s house and yard in Ellicott City.

It was a nice “full circle” kind of moment. Thought I’d share.

Peace.