Being Home

Sometimes I don't get to dictate the direction of the day. Like on this day, V & Z are at school and Hendrix went from helping me in the kitchen and playing with playdough to asking to explore the hutch. Inevitably I open it up and move the fragile books and bulky china to on top or high up. I then begin to glance at everything in front of me, with each object possessing a vast amount of memories attached to it...I smile and begin to ponder while going back to getting stuff done...I accomplish the tasks more easily because I perk up and remember love and kindness and hope...