John 10:10, The Voice
The pitter-patter of little feet sounds more like the galloping of a brontosaurus as my little sensory seekers jump straight from their sweet soft slumber into the busyness of their day. The excited chattering in the living room, screeching with joy, peals of laughter and delight circle through my kitchen and straight into my bedroom wall. I stuff my face further in my pillow and think how I’m just not ready for this. But ready or not, here they come, in need of the bathroom, a drink of water, a banana, and a snuggle so hard it makes me feel like I’m an old, worn-out crash pillow.