One of the things I enjoyed about owning a dog was walking him late at night when it was dark. I fully admit to being nosy, and I would glance into people's windows at night as we walked by. Who knew so many living rooms in my area were painted red? It is fun to glimpse vignettes of people's lives.

Last night, I had to take both girls down to the Square for evening activities (girl scouts and theater rehearsal). I had left both boys home with Luis. As I walked across the road and up our sidewalk, I was looking in our front windows. Vincent danced through the sitting room, arms out as he flew a little toy airplane. Luis chased behind, Simon snuggled in his arms. Seeing them framed by lace curtains in the lit windows felt like a movie scene, the kind where the protagonist is returning from a journey or life-altering experience and pauses, heart swelling with emotion, to watch her family before entering to join them.

Naturally, I had to pause for a minute to watch them before walking through the door.

Yeah the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in

I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in
Not when I'm looking out
~ Lonestar "My Front Porch Looking In"