lunch.

It was late morning yesterday when Vincent and I decided we missed having George at home. Instead of waiting until 3 o'clock, we hopped in the car and headed to his school for an early pick up. Although George loves his school and often exclaims that "I was just there for one minute" when I usually pick him up at the end of the day, he was pretty happy to see us there, an unexpected surprise.  We got home, and I made the decision to postpone any of the afternoon to-do's.  As we sat down and ate lunch together I really felt content. I really felt blessed in that moment. My children sitting with me at the table. Happy and healthy. George chatting away about his latest fascination...termites. Vincent a proud boy, finally allowed to hold onto a piece of food. Pleased as could be, until the teething biscuit began to dissolve, and he then reached out expecting George's pretzel bun to be next. And me with a cup of coffee.  It has taken me 33 years to finally appreciate what a cup of coffee has to offer. Wow, one cup of this and I am ready to run laps around the house. Or conquer what is next on the to-do list. Or join in with George on the exciting topic of termites. My afternoon fog has lifted and I am on a roll!

So, an afternoon coffee with my boys. One of those moments that from the outside was just a regular, day-to-day thing. But for some reason, for me it was sweet moment. So I poured myself another coffee and enjoyed that moment a little longer.