Title: The House Is Still, But the Love Is Loud

Title: The House Is Still, But the Love Is Loud

The house gets quiet in a way only evenings know.

Dishes are done. Doors closed softly. The scent of dinner still lingers in the corners. And somewhere between the laughter that echoed earlier and the silence that settles now—I’m reminded why it all matters.

It wasn’t the to-do list.

It wasn’t what we got done.

It was how we loved.

Today didn’t need to be perfect. It just needed to be real.

There was guacamole and salsa on fingertips.

There were jokes that made us roll our eyes and still smile.

There was a fox sighting and a pinecone that told a story.

There were prayers whispered not for answers, but for peace.

And at the center of it all—was us.

A family.

Not perfect. Not polished.

Just present.

Barbi’s steadiness. Bella’s light. The unseen threads that tether us in ways only God could design.

So tonight, I don’t carry stress to bed.

I carry gratitude.

For a table that holds more than food.

For voices that fill more than air.

For a God who walks between our conversations and tucks us in with grace.

The house is still.

But the love?

It’s loud.

And it echoes in everything we do.