When you fill your life with as much activity we do, it's easy to overlook those perfect moments when they arise. Things have been so hectic lately that I'm pleasantly surprised I remember to wear pants each day...
Today, when I got home from work, Ellie greeted me from the window (which she hasn't done in a long time) and regaled me with tales of her day while I changed out of work clothes into housework clothes. We sat down to dinner and Edison was a bit fussy. I know Laura spends most of the day with the Rookie attached to her, so I picked him up from the bouncy seat and sat him on my lap while I ate.
I found myself sitting there with my son on my lap, smiling at his Mommy and big sister, holding onto my left thumb. My right arm was around the Bean while she ate and she was laughing, making these weird dolphin sounds she makes when she's talking to Edison. Laura was across the table watching the whole scene and some of that mopey music only she and Zach Braff listen to was playing on the iPod.
The perfection of the moment hit me like a baseball bat, ensuring that even one as dense as myself wouldn't miss it. I was struck by the fleeting nature of such moments, and was overcome with the joy of just being part of it.
Gluten-free pasta never tasted so good...