The evening was not starting out well.
All I wanted was to walk to dinner in peace. My boys weren’t having it. T.Puzzle’s needling of Full Speed spiked to a dangerous level. So did my exasperation.
I took note that my expectations for the evening were not matching the reality of it. Quiet strolls, tranquil camaraderie and basic normalcy are elusive on most days of motherhood.
When we arrived at our destination, it took me a few moments to process through my frustration. I ended up giving one of my aren’t-we-fortunate-we-can-be-together-and-enjoy-awesome-dinners-out speeches.
Once I said my piece, the edges of discord smoothed away. We shifted back to our default which happens to be a family that is loved.
I took a moment to drink it all in. The breeze that brushed through our faces held the perfect depth of warmth. The trees rustled nearby ushering us to dusk.
Dreams may lack perfection, but I am doing my best to recognize them in all their shapes and forms.