No Hollering

Last week we were at the home of some friends, where a lot of yelling went on.  None of it was in anger, it was just hollering up the stairs, yelling their conversational input from another room, etc.  By the time we left, I was ready to crawl into a quiet hole for a while.

We got into the car, and I told Spencer that he is the best man in the world.  We did some hollering in the house where I grew up, mostly among us kids.  Once, when we were engaged, I raised my voice at one of my brothers and came around the corner to see Spencer, eyes open wide.  I decided then that I did not want our life to involved yelling.

I have not been perfect at this, and yes, I have yelled down the stairs to get someone's attention.  Our children will sometimes say one of us yelled at them, and I think, "My dear, you have no idea what it looks like when one of us is yelling."  (However, I did yell at T a few months before he got his mission call.  EVERYONE remembers that.) 

I'm pretty sure that Spencer is still the one who sets the tone in our house for this particular action.  I am very thankful that ours has not had to be a house of yelling.