The kids are in the tub, playing together. My man is in there with them. The bathroom, that is, not the tub.
There is an instrumental Christmas song playing through the speakers.
The dog sits at my feet, content.
The word that comes to mind in this moment is one that is often overused and yet, not practiced enough.
I feel completely at peace. I feel joyful and content in this moment.
The Christmas lights are twinkling in the kitchen.
Wait a minute.
Now, a naked baby is running at me, screaming in excitement.
The peaceful moment is gone.
But, the contentment and joy is still there.
Today, I’m thankful for peaceful moments…and the chaotic joyful ones that follow.