Today, Abbie and I went to my dad's house for my biweekly cleaning-fest. We got out of the car, and I had the trunk and various car doors open so that I could unload the supplies that I had brought.
As I busily looped bags onto my arms, Abbie said, "It's so quiet here in the country."
I stopped what I was doing and listened. And heard....mostly nothing.
I'm glad Abbie noticed and shared her thoughts with me. It was a nice kind of quiet.
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Guess I have a lot of catching up to do. ;) When we moved to our neighborhood after living in Boones Creek it was such a noticably quieter area. It was so exciting the day we closed and drove to our house. I was standing in the driveway and said something to Wade. My voice almost echoed. We both noticed it. We LOVED it! Even though my parents live further out in the "country", we still hear traffic on a road a ways off b/c they live up on a hill.
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