Anna Quindlen: Life is made of moments, small pieces of silver amidst long stretches of tedium. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won't happen. We have to teach ourselves now to live, really live . . . to love the journey, not the destination.
{stealing this from Ali Edwards}
a few small pieces of silver . . .
grabbing Anna for a game of steamroller on the family room rug after inspecting her school papers. she laughs and laughs.
reading City of Ember to the boys and seeing the excitement in their faces as things really start to get good.
when I blow-dry Anna's hair and we make faces to each other in the mirror.
Conner's frequent visits after bedtime, "mom, I just need to tell you something" or "mom, I just have a question" . . . and taking a minute to listen to what he has to say. It's usually something pretty golden. Like tonight, "mom, I just wanted to tell you that you don't need to worry about packing, because I already did it." And then he goes on to list everything that he packed (7 pairs of socks, 5 pairs of underwear, my second favorite outfit, black church socks, etc.) all wrapped up in a blanket. I laugh and laugh.
getting dressed this week and opening my dresser drawer to find a love note from Payton. Then, later, thanking him for it, gushing over how sweet it was, and pointing out my favorite parts of the picture he drew. And the silver . . . . seeing his eyes light up, a smile beam across his face, and sensing the feelings of silent satisfaction filling up inside him.
