Joy in the moment

My baby is sick with croup. So sick that she just droops in my arms... and wants to be held or be within a finger's reach all.day.long. My hands are completely tied, and there is so much to do. It feels like the times when the girls beg to play "Ring around the Rosies" or "Motor boat, Motor boat" "just ONE more time? pweeease?" And I think to myself, "Ok, just one more time, and then I've got to get on to the mountain of work and responsibilities waiting for me at the counter."

Amber caught this photo as we were walking back to the car after taking some photos in November. The girls were starting to melt down and so we grabbed their hands and began to twirl them around as we chanted, "Motor boat, motor boat, go so slooooow. Motor boat, motor boat, go so fast. Motor boat, motor boat, step on the gas!" By then their feet had left the ground and they were magically flying through the air.*Ta da!* Happy girls. Honestly, I felt a little awkward when I first saw this photo... but it has since become my favorite. It captures what I do all.day.long. I mother. I play. I put out fires, teach, nurture, discipline, dance, sing, make silly faces, snuggle, cook, clean, turn entropy and chaos back into order, and I love. With all my heart. (Oh, and work on the side of all that). We find joy in the doing. We find joy when we are focused on what we have and not what we have not. We find joy in the moment.

Catch it before it flutters away.