We just finished dinner. Of homemade chicken nachos. And a beer. {Of course, the children didn’t have the beer.} After compiling the dishes on the kitchen counter, we popped a squat in the family room. With no TV and music playing in the background, I found myself savoring the moment.
I see skies of blue…and clouds of white…what a wonderful world… playing in the background, Jonah crawls through the kitchen, Barrett runs in circles, laughing. I sit and listen. I sit and take it all in. It’s one of those moments that is oddly comforting. Strangely beautiful. A load of laundry on the couch. A fair amount of stuff to be washed on the kitchen counter. A nearly dusk, cloudy sky accompanies a dimly lit room. Toys are scattered and strewn about.
Now the three boys run in laps. Their laughter fills the walls and my heart. It’s a Thursday night. Vastly different from the Thursday nights of 5 or 10 years ago. A little different from the Thursdays we knew one short year back. But a beautiful change.
Not every moment is perfect…or even near that. Not every moment is fancy. Not every moment is easy. Not every moment, do I see the beauty in. But it is in this moment…that I pause…that I am thankful…that I know how lucky we are to have children.
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