My Mothers' Day didn't start out fabulously--there was a great deal of kid angst (reasons not worth going into). But by the time evening came, I could feel a sense of...peace. I feel centered for the first time in a long time. It's not likely to last--we go to the Galapagos this week and, as much as I look forward to it, I really don't travel well.
But tonight, I just want to focus on what centers me:
1. Homemade gifts for Mothers' Day. There's no better kind of presents.
And, of course, there is Sam's tongue-in-cheek haiku on his painting:
2. Going out to lunch with Sam. Just us. He paid.
3. Working on the last chapter of my book. I do love the energy of figuring things like this out. (Mostly.)
4. Howard reading a book to the kids and ad-libbing/adding silly stuff. They giggle the whole way through when he does this. I didn't listen to all of the story tonight, but even just the background of joy and laughter in the apartment leaves me feeling deeply content.
Happy Mothers' Day to all. I hope yours was joyful and peaceful too.