She’s loud

We were in Albertson’s the other day, and maybe because I am sick and my ears are quite sensitive as of late, but seriously, Cha is loud. She can be doing something as simple as asking for a can of Spaghettio’s and her voice will carry through the aisles, down into the frozen foods, melting ice as it goes.

And it isn’t just in the grocery store, her loudness extends into every facet of our lives: the kitchen in the mornings, the car – a particularly sore spot for Cha’s Dad, who doesn’t understand why her voice reaches the front seat when we specifically bought the BIGGEST car on the market, and of course, the soccer field.

One of the little girls on a younger team Clint' coaches said, “Man, Miss Lindy, Chandler talks fast…and she is LOUD.” Like I didn’t know this? I said, somewhat rhetorically, “I talk fast, but am I loud?”