One day you’ll miss the sound of your family arguing over the TV remote. Ordinary noise becomes precious later.

The texture of an ordinary evening is impossible to value while it is happening, because it is just noise and somebody being annoying about the volume. Later it becomes the thing you would pay a great deal to hear again, and it is usually the unremarkable parts that come back, not the big occasions.

You do not have to feel grateful for the noise, and nobody can manufacture that. Just notice it sometimes, and stay in the room ten minutes longer than you meant to. That is the whole of what later you would ask for.