The blue shoes sit quietly on the dining room table. Cheerios are tossed haphazardly on the ground.

Both boys are quiet now, tucked into their beds.

You can’t predict the level of noise that will fall upon your home the moment you have children.

“Kids are loud.” You know this, but the shrill screeches, the yells for mommy, the ache in your heart as you rush to settle their every need. This can’t be described until you’re in the midst.

But the sight of those blue shoes, those Spider-Man treasures of my son, makes the decibel of my home forever worth it.

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