the sound of the dryer softly tumbling
the smell of ground beef and onion
the sound of my phone chiming a voicemail
the taste of strong coffee
the smell of crayola crayons and glue sticks and markers
the sound of the dishes clanging in the dishwasher
the sound of children playing 'family' (or bickering)
the sight of piles of freshly washed clothes in heaps on my bed
the taste of animal crackers and goldfish
the sound of the pencil sharpener whirring and pencils scratching paper
the feel of soft, chubby baby cheeks and wet toddler kisses, "Ki Mee Momma"
the smell of outside on little boys
the sight of an entire year of our life, as it slide shows on the computer (I stop and watch, hypnotic every time)
the smell of tide and downy wafting from the laundry room
the sound of leap frog, "A B C D" ...
the feel of silky hair as I twist into ballerina buns
the sight of school papers, and books, and drawings absolutely everywhere I look, everywhere
the sound of singing, "Hear ye, hear ye, listen to the history..."
the smell of dove soap and cornstarch baby powder
