The din has died down from five grandchildren scrambling from one end of the house to the other.  They were here for spring break, and we had a blast.  I spent more time in the pool in the week they were here than I did the entire winter.  The silence seems deafening now,  and I miss them already.  The good news is that Wayne and I will be back in Port Orchard for Easter,  and the fun will start all over again—sans the swimming pool.