I can hear my children talking in the back of the house. They aren’t fighting. I love this.
I can hear some Italian sausages sizzling up in a pan. It sounds and smells good.
I can hear a neighbor playing some country music, whilst working on his car. I love our neighborhood.
I can hear the tap tap tap of my daughter’s pencil as she intensely works on her homework. Those moments don’t last long.
I can hear the hum of the a/c as it clicks on briefly, and the dog barking excitedly at something. Squirrel anyone?
I can hear the dong of my Liberty Bell ringtone telling me I have a text message.
I can hear my son shuffling down the hallway. I am positive he will be asking when and what is dinner. Hungry 12 year olds who play football are no joke, yo.
So I must go and finish the sizzling sausages. What are you hearing?