I remember when we bought this big old house that I used to wonder what it would sound like to have children living and dwelling up above in the spare rooms. What would it sound like to hear their little footsteps running down the stairs? Would I grow tired of them chasing after one another through the figure-eight that intertwines through the many rooms and corridors of my first floor? How would it feel to hear indiscreet and muffled noises of children playing and having conversations with their dolls at the tea table in the play room?

Those sounds have infiltrated and weaved their way through the fabric of this home.
And I must say, I feel all aflutter with this sensation of not only joy, but deep satisfaction.

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