Circular Saw Lullabies

I was reading to Imani tonight when she told me, "Shh . . . listen."  I listened carefully.  I didn't know what I was listening for. 

"Do you hear it?" she asked.

"Hear what?"  I questioned.

"The sound of the hammer.  I like the rhythm.  Sometimes it puts me to sleep," she explained.

"Really," I asked.  "It doesn't keep you awake?"

Her big brown eyes looked up at me in wonder.  "No.  I like to hear it.  And the saw in the basement.  Sometimes I hear that too.  It makes a humming sound like  'zzzzzz . . . . zzzzzzzz . . . . zzzzzzz.'  It's like it's whirling.  It's soothing, isn't it,"  she asked innocently.

"Yes, sweetie, it is" I said.  I kissed her gently on the cheeks and turned off the lights, the hammering continuing downstairs as Jason hung the framed keys on the wall. 

Those are the sounds of creating a home.  Sweet dreams.