A Moment of Peace

I am sitting in the sun (a rare commodity around here) in my long sleeve black sweater - not because I need the warmth but because I love the way it draws the sun, making my arms tingle with heat.  This is such a great example of a perfect spring afternoon.  All my kids are outside as well as some of the neighbor kids.  The air is full of the sound of bouncing basketballs, kids talking and plastic tires whizzing over concrete.
A just came into view on the far side of the circle racing at the small plastic foot truck equivalent of 50 mph.  K is in the driveway getting filthy with a tray of mud left over from a preschool activity and proudly showing any neighbor who looks her way just how muddy her hands are.  D is riding the tricycle around - his knees at his chest since he is way too big to ride a tricycle.
My mind is drawn back to my drive down to D's school to read to his class.  I was thinking how nice it is to have a home.  Not a house, a home.  Of course having a house is a great blessing and adds to the feeling of being home, but it is more than that.  We have a home here.  My kids have friends they know and love.  D is enrolled at school in a program that fits his needs.  K will be enrolled in our neighborhood school as soon as I remember to go get the paperwork.  I know where to go to do my shopping.  I know who to call if I'm bored or need a favor.  We have activities and roots, shallow roots they may be but roots nonetheless.  Like I said, we have a home.

The sun keeps hiding behind clouds which sends a chill through the air.  There are so many other things I could/should be doing.  Making dinner (these people keep eating!), paying bills, cleaning off the counter - you know the one that catches everything, cleaning up the room - you know the one, folding laundry, pulling weeds, planting the garden, vacuuming - oh the vacuuming, on and on.  There are so many blogs I could/should write.  The one about K's Easter party (it is even started and pictures are uploaded!).  The one about cleaning the girls' room and the irony of the largest drawer in their room being stuffed with pajamas for two girls who regularly sleep naked.  The one about our Easter morning egg hunt.  My thoughts about losing being released from my calling with the young women.  And about a hundred more

 But soon enough the clouds move and it is warm again.  This could be an analogy for life-- but for now just sitting here watching the kids' activity and listening to their play is enough.