Were we there?

When the kids went to bed tonight, they inevitably felt the need to stay up and play for as long as they possibly could. Eventually, I had to go in to stop the party.

The kids went silent for all of a minute then they all whispered, "Mom, please tell us a story." My creative juices were stagnant at that time, so I decided to tell them a true story. . . about my husband and I. I meant for it to sound completely bland and sleep-inducing, but instead the air felt slightly electric as the memories flooded my mind.

They must have felt they had to have been there because after a moment of listening and undoubtedly smiling (it was dark I couldn't see, but I could hear it in their voices of excitement) S asked, "Mom, was I there?"

"No, this was the first time Mommy met Daddy, dear. We didn't have you until after we were married," I replied.

It was just one of those moments I wish I could have recorded in my heart forever. I think I am going to tell that story a lot more often.


As a side note, we are in very few ways like the "Leave it to Beaver" or "The Nelsons" or "The Dick Van Dyke Show" families. Our lives are not packed full of "ice cream and lollipops." I definitely do not wear a dress and pearls to see people in our house (I tried it once--everyone kept asking me where I was going, even T with his "I wan' go home!" which means he wants to come with me). My house is almost constantly in a state. . . of . . . my mother would aptly put it, "the wreck of the Hesperus." It is just life has some utterly beautiful moments, and those are the ones I want to record and recall as the years go by. Thank you for reading! :D