There were things to be done, of course. Laundry to fold, dishes to wash, an entire master bedroom in organizational upheaval, dinner to invent…but it was such a lovely, warm, winter day. (A term I will never use in Minnesota, to be sure.) So we shut the door on the litany of to-do’s, threw a blanket on the grass, and did some very important things. Like:
Read some good books. (And gnaw on a few, too.)
And spend some quiet time with this sweet, easy-going boy before he got lost in the shuffle of after-school chaos.
When we finally went back inside, no house elf had come along to do my jobs. The tasks were still there, looming large, but with a little sunshine and still moments under my belt, I found a renewed energy to tackle the projects. Worth the pause indeed.