A handful of times in my life, this feeling has come over me that I describe as the feeling that all is right with the world.
It's deja-vu-ish, and has come on in settings as diverse as in a bar in Colorado listening to Jim Saelstrom, to waiting at a stoplight in our town. But the location doesn't seem to matter quite so much as the people I'm with: in the bar, it was with my husband, brothers, sis-in-law, and parents. At the light, it was with Ben and Luke, when Luke was tiny. It happens when a seemingly ordinary moment becomes filled with light and joy, and I can feel my heart soaring. Suddenly, I love the ones I'm with so much - and I'm so, so thankful to have them in my life.
It's been a while since I've had one of these moments, and I'm not sure why. I'm as happy as I've ever been, homeschooling, writing, blogging, living... but last night, I had one.
I was putting food away, surveying the wreckage that was our kitchen, and then I walked out into the living room to Hurricane LukeandOwen, and instead of flipping out about the mess, I... got this feeling of rightness. Ben was surfing the net, one kid was buried in books on a couch and the other was 'being' Santa, delivering toys to us from a sack and ho-ho-ing around.
It just felt so perfect - all was right with the world.
I don't know why I get these, or if anyone else does, but they are so cool! The 5 or 6 I have had over the course of my 37 years have caused me to remember some fairly mundane moments as what they really are: snapshots of ordinary, wonderful life.
They are a reminder to me of what's really important, and I am grateful for that.