My kitchen is full of noise today. I set the 13 yo to making Oatmeal Banana Bread. Youngest joined in with brownies. Snickerdoodles are allegedly in the making for the nursing home bake sale. In the midst of normal baking mess, about a pound of rice out of a 5 lb bag spilled on the counters and floor. None of this has been quiet. Some members of the family have found it nerve-wracking.
But me? It is a joyful noise. A noise of kids at home in the kitchen. The noise of the waning days of summer. And despite the distraction as we try to work…I wouldn’t trade it for anything.