We woke up to the phone ringing and a short deadline. To hungry and grumpy children. To a messy kitchen.
Somewhere, mid-afternoon we found the sweet spot. Two playing. One practicing the piano. The house (mostly) tidy. It was so good I was afraid to breathe.
3 comments:
i know the feeling - but we should trust "goodness" more ...
Sweet spots are all the more appreciated on sour days! Sometimes it's hard to remember they are always there - but they are! Glad you found yours - -hope it stays sweet for a good long while!
Yes, Francesca! Very true!
And Penny, you know it never lasts long, but there are more and more!!
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