I am sitting in the white rocking chair in our bedroom, nursing my little boy. It is darker right now than it usually is at this time of the evening, thanks to a passing thunderstorm. I am listening to Don and Amy reading together down the hall. Outside the soft rolls of thunder give way to a steady and gentle rain. The window is open and the barest breeze slips in. We left the stereo on after dinner, and I can hear music drifting up the stairs. The CD has changed though, and the familiar chords of Dougie MacClean make a perfect soundtrack to this moment. One of the cats is dozing on the bed, stretched out and so relaxed that she is snoring just slightly. As the rain eases a wood thrush starts calling, clear and crisp and melodious. My boy is now fast asleep and I carry him to his room and lay him down in his bed. Kisses to both my angels, and I slip out the door.
My mind is quite occupied these days just thinking over all the things coming our way in the next six months. My hands are quite occupied with two little kids who always need something. It is rare and wonderful to have a moment like this, so simple and quiet that I can be fully there and a part of it.
Wishing you all a moment tonight.