fifteen year old dacshcund is lying beside me snoring.
sun is out...finally.
my girls are creating with paint. and they are getting along. i picture their future lives as friends and smile.
my son and my man are playing chess. pieces clink against the board, as son asks father, "what can I do?" i just heard son say, "you've got an impossible situation. you're losing your queen also!"
classical music is playing through the t.v.
finding joy in the ordinary. waiting on God to provide the extraordinary.