Right now

It is 9:30 on a Sunday morning and I am struck by the absolute beauty and perfection of my life with my children. I look around the apartment and see what looks like to be a million tiny pieces of construction paper that have found their way to the floor as a result of scissors tearing through numerous colorful sheets in order to make snowflakes. I see crayons, popsicle sticks, drawing books, drying art projects, and shiny specks of glitter decorating the ordinarily dull carpet. I see the wet jackets, gloves, hats, and clothes my kids discarded as they ran through the room disrobing in order to jump into the warm bath they are filling for themselves. The excitement in their voices fills the air as they rush in from the cold and rainy weather they were playing in. I listen to the gentle, loving way in which Morgan helps her younger sister and I am filled with an undescribable joy and love for the tender relationship the two of them share. There is no place I would rather be than right here, right now in this perfectly beautiful moment with my girls.