I'm folding clothes the other night with the family while we're all watching TV. It's interesting that I am always busy with my hands doing something--I never just sit and "watch" TV--but they do, and I rarely notice them as I'm busy making my clothing piles. But this night, I glance back and see my family in the glow of the TV light. The house is warm, it is raining outside, and the sweet, soothing smells of home on a Sunday night are permeating the air. DG in the center is bookended by twins on either side. T1 holds his hand; T2 has her head on his shoulder. They're all covered with the same blanket. It's the sweetest sight I've ever seen.
My heart is so overwhelmed by the sight that a little tear comes to my eye. How did I get so lucky? How do I deserve this? My hopes for a family dwindled and all but died in my 30s, but somehow, here I am.
I want to remember this picture in my head, especially when they kids are yelling at each other or I'm frustrated because I have to go in and clean the kitchen after my husband "cleans" the kitchen. It's a small price to pay for the big joy that family brings to my life.