Wil is loud. Wil is loud when he's loud and Wil is loud when he's quiet. There is a beat, a hum, a drumming, always a something, coming out of him that makes his presence in the home, impossible to forget. It reverberates throughout the house, my body and psyche. Ear plugs help, but more than anything, it's the vibration that can't be muted or denied.
My dear mother has taken to having Wil spend the night on Friday nights. He rides his bike up there around 3:00 or 4:00 and for the next 28-hours or so, the house is blessedly still.
Yesterday, he came home and was instantly loud, and STM sarcastically said, "Boy, I missed you when you were gone!"
Wil, without missing a beat said, "God never misses you, because He's in you."
Amen.
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Love.
Loud and clear.
Always with a comeback, that one. ;-)
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