Shh. Listen.

Dear girls,

Shh. Listen. Do you hear that?

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

That's the sound of Mother Nature telling us something. We don't know what, but she's using that leak in the roof to whisper sweet nothings, or somethings, in our ears. And she's doing it the very night before people are supposed to come in and tour our home in hopes of finding their new one. She's doing it the very night before our first day of being on the market.

In the four years we've lived here she's never said a word.

Until now.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

"It's a good thing I don't believe in signs," Da! said.

"But, if you did, what do you think this sign means?" I asked him.

"I don't know."

Me either. We'll keep listening. Shh.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.