Isn't it funny how something so normal, so common, can just smack you upside the head sometimes with its perfection?
Me, standing at the kitchen table folding laundry. Milly, scurrying up and down the hall putting her toys away. Rachael in her room, singing "Clementine" as she picks up. (Gene gone to school, so no TV blaring in the background.)
And it was perfect.
Variations on this theme happen every day in my house, but it's not often that all is so perfectly harmonious.
Lord, help me to recognize more of these sweet moments while my children are small!