Of course I love the big, happy moments like the day we were married and the births of our babies. Sometimes, though, I feel like they are so over-the-top exciting and emotional that I can't quite put my head around the actual joy in the moment. It is an omg-what-is-happening I-can't-keep-up kind of happy. That is why sometimes the sweet spots in an ordinary day are easier for me to feel the complete contentment and profound gratitude for this life I live.
Who: all of us.
What: grocery shopping
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: Trader Joe's
Why: hungry mouths to feed
We pretty much never grocery shop together anymore - it is all Divide And Conquer for the past couple years. But we needed groceries and wanted to spend some time as a family and there you have it.
So, we are on our way home and Roscoe and Luka are
talking, er, communicating in the back seat. Roscoe faces forward on the end and Luka faces backward in the middle of the back seat. They pretty much can't help but look at each other. Luka thinks Roscoe is the Bees Knees and is smiling repeatedly at him for no other reason than sheer adoration. Roscoe eats it up and keeps touching her hand gently saying "ah, funny" with a massive grin on his face. Then THE MOMENT. Roscoe (of his own volition) says,
"I love you, Luka."
I melt into a heap of warm fuzzies on the front seat and the water works start. Ray looks at me because he knows I am dying of happiness inside (and he secretly wants to blubber away, too, I just know it). Roscoe repeats himself and I forget every tantrum he has ever thrown. Angels sing.
And, then, you know, real life resumes.
No matter what else happened this past week (ahem, back to work, food poisoning, job interview, flight to LA for meeting that got canceled...), that moment is the only one that matters.