Just minutes before, I had gone into my bedroom sobbing. All because there were too many questions from so many little people.
And I questioned myself.
Standing there in our tiny kitchen, he wrapped me in his arms. I was in a cocoon. But I could still hear and they would not quiet, and so he asked for five minutes of no questions.
Why? They asked.
And we took five minutes. Just the man and me. And it was beautiful. It changed my day.
I got the tire fixed and did some organizing. Mid morning, we did art and later we went to Target to pick out ice cream and the babes who are really no longer babes scooped their own flavors all melty into sugar cones.
Even now, while my husband is still working, going on 13 hours today, I am better.
And it occurs that maybe instead of wishing for the end of the day, if I just start the day off right, I'll enjoy the whole journey.