it's the little things

Last Saturday was a little rough. For one reason or another, our kids had the "grumpers." (If you'd like a detailed run-down of the day, complete with the "gratitude drive" to North Philadelphia, just ask.) Anyway, due to a string of events and misbehaviors, Nate and I found ourselves outside, alone, on our front porch. A neighbor walked by, and, noting this unusual circumstance, asked: "Where are your kids?"

"Oh, in time out, in various places," Nate replied. (To her royal credit, Caroline was actually asleep.)

And at that instant, we looked at each other and realized: a moment of serendipitous bliss had befallen us. For the next 5 minutes and 42 seconds, we basked.