Today as I warmed up for the day – a day that includes a quick trip to Olympia and later, oddly, a radio interview with NPR – I walked through the house putting away clothes in the low light, making breakfast, and tidying up. My house was clean and quiet and serene and warm. I passed through where my children sleep and a thought came to me: this is like living in paradise.
It doesn’t matter so much if my life matches anyone else’s concept of paradise; it matters a lot that most every day of my life for much of the day I feel this way. I am blessed.