Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
as we fell into the sun
and the first one said to the second one there
I hope you're having fun
For a time this evening I held J-Baby in my arms with T-Guy snuggled against my side, while Papa played guitar. It was one of those moments, so ordinary for us and yet so extraordinary. No conflict between us, no rushing, no trying to be somewhere else or to do something else. No worrying about bedtime. Just us, being us.
This is the peace I seek. The 15 minutes where I'm not thinking about laundry or dishes or cleaning or lessons tomorrow. When I'm not focused on what I haven't done or what I've done wrong. When I am just in the moment, living it, enjoying it, not looking back or forward. My youngest child in my arms, my oldest child with his hand wrapped in the strands of hair at the nape of my neck, the sound of my man's voice, crickets, night air, twilight. The present, perfect, radiant, ripe.
May the feeling stay with me thoughout my dreams and into tomorrow.