The truth is though, it is eerily quiet in here. Quiet enough, in fact, that for the first time in seven years I have heard my own thoughts and it scared me because, well....I seriously thought someone was in my house before I realized that those sounds were really coming from my own head.
As I was walking through the house I saw little reminders of Caleb scattered around; toy cars still laying where he left them just before he grabbed his backpack and climbed into the car on his first day of preschool...
...and I couldn't help but smile.
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