I've never been a huge fan of complete darkness or complete silence.
When I was a little girl, I remember falling asleep to the sound of my parents' TV blaring long after they had fallen asleep. It was comforting to have that noise in the background...until about 3:00am when it would wake me up and I would wander into their room to turn it off and then have to walk all the way across the hall in complete darkness, and try to fall asleep again. My parents were the "early to bed, early to rise" types. They were morning people through and through. They were usually sound asleep by 9:00pm and up before 5:00am having coffee and deeply engaged in conversation. I always woke up to the sound of my parents' voices in their bedroom...or the smell of breakfast from the kitchen.
On the weekends, when we lived in California, my older brother and his family would drive from their house in San Diego to our house in Vista, and spend the weekend with us. There was always tons of food, singing, ukulele music, more food, football and wrestling on TV, and Clash of the Titans on HBO (that movie was on every single day!) I always loved the noise and activity during those weekends, and the comfort of going to sleep in a house filled with people.
|My mom and my brother singing Hawaiian songs|
|that's the RV in the background, but this was a different trip|
|my mom and my brothers|
I miss all those noisy family parties and long weekends. And I miss going camping in that RV. I'm so grateful for the love that my parents had for all of us, and for the fun things we experienced together. And I'm grateful that I was up late tonight thinking about them.
And now it's time to turn off all the lights and walk all the way down the dark hallway in complete silence...ugh!