There’s the whirring noise of the fans. Not the circular kind you’re picturing. The ones that suck up stink in the bathroom and for whatever reason the laundry room needs. Yes, both of them are humming because my husband apparently likes to sleep in a vacuum.
No one is awake but me. It is the calm before the storm.
And this is my Christmas gift. A silent offering of my heart to His.
After that I may secretly try out my son’s new remote control helicopter.