This post is more for me. So I can remember how this moment felt...because I never want to forget it.
The back door of our house points directly east, so when the sun goes down its beams slice directly through the opening and into our house. The kitchen is at the back of the house so when I leave the door open bright clear perfect sunlight falls across my kitchen counter at the end of the day.
Yesterday as I rolled out perfect spheres of chocolate chip cookie dough the sun perfectly highlighted the calm circular motion of my hands. And they looked like my mom's hands. I took a deep breath and sighed with that kind of serene peace that my crazy type A personality rarely affords.
I looked out the door across my back yard and saw my husband playing with our dog. They ran together and took turns tugging an old, gross, red and white piece of rope. The ear doctor tossed the rope up, high, high HIGH in the air and our dog made a mighty leap and caught it in his joyfully open carefree mouth.
The ear doctor turned back to the house to see if I'd witnessed the amazing canine feat and the look on his face filled my heart with so much happiness that I can't even think of a way to describe it. Is there anything better than seeing the face of the person you love most in the world filled with pure, unadulterated child-like joy?
I think not.