There are days that start with a surprise, and this one was its own kind of comedy. My nephew and niece had come to visit for what was supposed to be just a day or two—a promise that, from the moment their little shoes landed on the doorstep, already felt like an invitation for delightful chaos.
Nighttime brought its own adventure: I went to bed alone, relishing the quiet, only to awaken baffled by the sudden warmth and weight on either side. For a wild second, I panicked—were the dogs in my bed again? But no, it was the kids, spread out and blissfully unaware, turning my bed into their personal playground. I almost rolled over both, stifling a laugh at the absurdity of it all.
The house felt brighter with their laughter echoing through every corner, the day blurred by pillow fights, whispers, and cartoons. Afternoon rolled around and, before their short stay ended, we set out on a little adventure for treats. The three of us marched to Kablaaw—a charming little cafe tucked in the market’s thrum and color. Here’s a well-deserved shout out to Kablaaw: small, bustling, and brimming with the scent of coffee and sweet pastries, the perfect place for a quick escape. Faces sticky with sugar, we sipped our cold drinks and tried to prolong the afternoon, anchoring ourselves to the warmth of time spent together.
Soon enough, the market’s hum faded into the background as we made our way home, the kids chattering about their next visit. The house, a little quieter, still carried the echo of their laughter and the memory of a morning that started with three instead of one. Sometimes, the loveliest chaos comes in pairs—and leaves you grinning long after the goodbyes.
