Kitchen Floor/ weeks old reflections

I swept my floor today... 

A little bit of reality, lest you read the following thoughts and think for some reason that my house is not what it is... (this is 24 hours.... how do they do it?)

Drafted : Jan 12, 2012

I am content... yikes, dangerous words to say right? Must mean something is coming, but I cannot tell a lie.

So I must stay, I am content.

I am a content person by nature I think. Glass is half full and all that...

But right now (right now being the last couple of week) my home is in order- my home being my children husband and self, rooms closest, garage, laundry is done... the play room has toys on the floor, but hello, it's a playroom.

Our life is not impressive. Nothing looks like it comes from the pages of magazines. I dont' spend my spare time sewing/crafting/saving the world. My children's teeth aren't always brushed, and sometimes we go to Arctic circle for dinner because I don't feel like cooking vegetable soup. But in the morning my children climb in bed with us and we whisper good morning to each other and share 'weird dreams' (Like Lilly's dream about a flying bath tub) and then they walk down stairs and I can hear them playing and laughing together. Except when I wait to long to get up and feed them breakfast and they fight, but even in their fighting, they are quick to apologize, after they've been fed of course...

I love this life. This little family life. When everyone is together and we're balanced and able to be ourselves.

I am soaking it up because I can feel changes coming, life never stays like this very long, these peaceful beautiful spots, where the seas are calm, the days are warm and the breeze is cool and sweet. That breeze pushes us forward, and soon the storms come,  majestic in their own right are the storms of life. You can't get anywhere with out going through those storms. Those are the places we prove ourselves, I am grateful for them. I understand how important they are, how some are great and crashing, some are long and forever cold, and some are so humid they seem the stifle the breath from your lungs.

So I will enjoy this time now, this sweet time, reading with my girls. Dreaming of the future with my husband. Playing peek-a-boo and making funny faces with my baby. In a clean warm house, with our good dog at my feet.

I am storing them up as precious strength, for days that will come later.