It's night and the house is quiet. The dishes are washed and there are two little girls tucked safely in their beds. The rooms are warm and my husband is near and the sun was shining today while my daughters splashed in mud puddles and made snowballs. There was homemade soup and freshly baked bread, a swimming lesson and a stack of library books, a pair of fleece pajamas and a warm bath.
I know it could be otherwise. I know it could be and may be different. But today I am simply grateful.