Yesterday afternoon was one of those wonderful types of afternoon. There was nothing particularly memorable, no major events---unless you call a quick walk in the snow with a basset and a toddler (yes I said toddler--not baby) an event.
I will probably forget all about this specific day, but I will remember the mood. I will remember that at this time in my life I spent many afternoons in just about the same manner. We played. We colored. We rolled around on the floor. I graded papers. She slept. The animals slept. There was music. There was silence. There were tears (hers). There was laughter (ours). It was perfect because it just was, one of many for which I am thankful.