I closed my eyes and began to count. One, two, three. Little stocking feet scampered away as boyish chatter receded.
Four, five, six. The baby cried. I could hear my sister in the other room, as she soothed him.
Seven, eight, nine. A childish voice broke into my count. “Caweb, here!”
I smiled. Life was never dull at my sister’s house. I’d flown in for a week to help her just after the birth of her fourth son. The little guys ranged in ages from 6 all the way down to 3 days old. Hide-and-seek kept the older three busy for a while, so she could focus on the newest arrival.
Ten! Ready or not, here I come!
The older boys knew to stay quiet in order to remain hidden, but not »