Something joyous
It is easy to forget the glowing moments in the sea of sewage. A friend of mine just wrote me an email asking to hear something joyous about my life. And there are so many things, but somehow, they seem less anecdote worthy. This ought not be so. So here is something joyous.
Tonight, although Helena had screamed her exhausted way through bath, we managed to get into the bedroom without falling completely to pieces. But I was tired, oh so tired and so sad that I had howled about the potty thing and made the children cry. So as I got Helena ready for bed, I started to weep a little. Daniel came over and said, “I am just going to give you this,” and kissed me. And Helena put her arms around my neck and whispered, “Hug,” and hugged me very tightly.
I love my children. All the way to the moon and back.
I’m so glad the day ended better than you would have predicted, after the potty incident!