The Fantabulous Chronicles

I was sitting on our porch blowing bubbles with the kiddos when a small thunderstorm blew up.

I watched as my older two laughed and danced as the wind blew a stream of bubbles around them. What an abundance of joy from such a small moment in time.

This got me pondering on how frequently I find myself tangled in the web of chores, striving for a home worthy of an HGTV showcase, rather than a space where my family truly lives. Yes, toys may be strewn about, and the occasional Lego may launch a surprise attack on my foot, but all too soon those playful items will be replaced by silence, and I’ll yearn for their mirthful chaos.

Amidst the perpetual cycle of laundry and dishes, it struck me: how much longer will I have these precious moments to relish the smallest things with my children? I know I will always want a HGTV style house, but I think I can wait 25 years to get it. Until then I’ll let the bubbles blow and dance with my little loves.

What are some ways you have been reminded of joy?