Moment

It was an odd, sort of disjointed day. A's school began two hours delayed, as it does once per month, and though the slightly slower morning pace is a good thing, it does kind of throw us out of our groove. I went to the gym before work but forgot my shoes, and had to backtrack home, leaving me with not enough time to workout before I had to get to work. Then I worked, picked up the kids from school, and hurried home. I had to go back to work for an evening training, as I do a few times per year, so I stayed in my work attire rather than changing to jeans. It felt strange to be handling the whole after-school-snack/homework/free time routine in my slacks and sweater, and I kept glancing at the clock, trying to gauge how much time I had before I needed to heat up dinner and drive back to work. That time came, and I went to pull the leftover ravioli out of the fridge to reheat - and found that Ben had taken the leftovers to work for lunch. Sigh. That's just the kind of day it was, folks. Not bad, but kind of . . . off.

But there was this moment. This one very peaceful, fun, artistic moment when I pulled out some paints and stamps and paper, and watched the kids create. I thought about how thankful I was, to have this moment amidst a bit of a crazy day. And then I reached for my camera.