The other day- for a while, a brief shining piece of day- there was peace in this house. There was pure, unadulterated happiness.
The kids stopped fighting me and each other; we all stopped hollering and correcting and throwing and arguing and decided to enjoy each other. To settle down in the moment and listen to comfort of one another.
The Big One was telling a story and the Little One was dancing and we were listening to music they both listened to in the first days of their lives. I looked at both of them in their absolute contentedness and felt it myself... and found myself choking back tears. They were tears of happiness, of gratitude, of exhaustion, of life, of unbelievable love for my beautiful family, and all of a sudden this love was so intense it was overflowing.
And then they were giggling and playing peek-a-boo together and I was (am) so thankful for this beautiful family and our life and time together. And then we danced together.
I watch your faces grow older and smile and your laughter rings through our home, through my bones. And I am so filled with love, with recognition, with understanding of why we are where we are.