“Happiness – not in another place, but this place… not for another hour, but for this hour.”
Sometimes bedtime is quiet and snuggly, with lullabies sung and stories read.
Aaaaand sometimes bedtime looks more like this, with wrestling brothers, my 3-year-old jump-dancing, and the baby left to watch the show from the floor.
Many nights, to be honest, I rush through the bedtime routine, anxious for that tiny break before the night time calls begin. (Even so, with all the calls for “water/kisses/one more/cozy me!!” multiplied by 4 it’s never quite as fast as I’d like! 😂)
But some nights, their laughter is too precious to interrupt, and the minutes tick by with no one caring.
Happiness now, in this place, in this hour. Not tomorrow, or next year – now.
Because this moment is all I am promised with them, and in this moment, I choose love.