the happy in just a regular old day

This morning I finished our Christmas cards, and writing with a colorful fine-tip Sharpie makes my handwriting so flowy and me very happy.



Laundry doesn't necessarily make me happy, but having Ivy as my little helper does. She always always puts pants around her shoulders and her brother's underwear on her head and around her arms. She finds the leg holes of the underwear and thinks it's a bracelet or something. Where did she get this?

It makes me so happy.


Later in the day we rest in bed and I nurse her to sleep. It's that warm, gentle shut of her eye lashes, damp curls at the nape of her neck, soft hand clutching my finger, my hair, my shirt. I give her my everything and she takes it and is safe.

I marvel at her beauty, at her personality even when she sleeps.

This is one of the happiest moments I live daily.

It is too dark now to get a good picture of all my boys and girl. Also, they won't stay still for even for a moment,

but I catch their feet.

Two, four, six, eight.

Happy, happy, happy, happy.

The end.

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