The setting: Dan is quietly reading The Spider and the Fly to Kinsley. Sophie is busily arranging things in preparation for sleep, and Truxton is snoozing in his play pen.
I look across the dresser at the three of them laying in bed. I see a basket full of sweet smelling, line dried diapers. I see the two cups of coffee that Dan and I are sharing. I see the soft glow of the bedside lamp as it twinkles through the thick glass of a vintage canning jar. The canning jar contains a peony which I picked from a bush at my parents house. Beside the peony is a chubby round bottle containing three little pink roses presented to me by my sweet little daughters with the help of their wonderful Papa.
Everything is peaceful and perfect, and I am thrilled to be with my family.