Favorite Moment

I went out tonight, with girlfriends, for the first time in over a year. I didn't want to go. When you are a stay at home mom, your home can often feel like your prison. And yet, when the opportunity to leave presents itself, you suddenly develop a case of Stockholm Syndrome and come up with all sorts of excuses for why you couldn't possibly leave. I did just that. In the end, I went out of obligation and ended up having a wonderful time. But the best part of the night? Walking through the door and seeing everything with the eyes of someone renewed. Refreshed. All of a sudden, as I walked through all the dimly lit rooms, I saw so many artifacts of mundane beauty that it all just took my breath away. I was like an archaeologist in a fertile field, delighted by treasures tossed haphazardly at my feet and eager to learn more about this place.

This is a place where a row of bottles stand sentinel, waiting for their chubby fisted Commander in Chief to drink from them greedily while he doles out lopsided grins at you or The Wiggles--depending on who is more entertaining.

A place where heroes exist and answer to the name Daddy. Or Buzz.

A place where cars can talk.

And children play.

Until everyone is exhausted.

And collapse in satisfied heaps.

So it can all start again in the morning. How lucky am I? I get to call this place home.