Some of life's irritations can become our fondest memories. It's the end of a busy day. You're trying to make dinner, get the dog out, clean dishes, and tidy the house before the night slips through your fingers and it's time for bed. Kids can make that process easier... or not. And at my house... it's usually not.
I had my back to Chris and Bobby last night at the kitchen sink, muttering to myself that for the life of me, I'll never understand why my 16 year old fails to see the dishwasher that's three inches from the sink where he likes to leave all the remnants of his snacking. As I'm rezza-frezzaing under my breath, I hear giggling. Giggling that turns into the kind of punchiness that makes your hands weak and your brain mushy. Oh no. Look out. It's twins being twins.
I rarely keep my cell phone on me at home. I just don't feel like I should be instantly available to anyone except Joe and the boys once the day winds down. But on this particular evening, my phone was on the counter. I grabbed it and hit record.
These are the moments I'll miss in the future that's approaching far too quickly. Before I know it, the boys will be grown and gone and their giggling will be a sound from the past. I think I'll grab onto it for now. I grab hold of it and breathe it in. It's an incredible thing. And it's fleeting.
Enjoy this beautiful day, my friends. I don't know about you, but a bowl of cool, freshly-washed grapes sounds like a pretty good accompaniment to all the blessings that are already ours.