My son likes to talk. A lot. As a little boy he would talk to us for hours about his Legos and his Matchbox cars. As he grew older his interests changed, but his loquaciousness never diminished. I have been lectured on the specs of the newest iPhone, instructed on how to create viral YouTube videos, regaled with the latest antics of Casey Neistat, and updated on the most recent features introduced to Fortnite.
For so many years the house was never quiet if my son was around. And I think I took for granted that the melodic hum of chatter would always be the soothing white noise of my home and my family.