Right now my dinner is simmering on the stove (tortilla soup), my kids are sitting on the front porch reading stories together, and Matt is studying. I'm doing laundry, the dishes are mostly done. We have had a good day, and it is just good. This feeling doesn't come very often. When it does, I don't want it to leave. It doesn't matter that I have laundry to fold, or that there are toys still on the living room floor. Or that our room is still a mess after moving in, with boxes still in it and things not organized. Because those things don't matter. Days like this matter.
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