(I've been channeling Janet this weekend, which explains the different style this morning. Also, I have exactly six minutes to say what's been brewing all weekend. We'll see how it goes.)
Sunday morning, kids at Grandma's, we drank coffee and watched the news.
And the house is so clean
I keep thinking, it could have been this way, our life could have gone this way.
Two incomes, dinners in restaurants, morning news with our coffee, every day.
It would have been so comfortable
I think about that moment in Halle and Todd's kitchen, when they were putting their six-nearly-seven children to bed,
I stood in the empty room and thought of their two oldest, so pretty and obedient
It could have been their life, oneboyonegirl, close in age, get it out of the way
Wrapped with a bow, on to other things.
But think what they would have missed.
All of those first steps, first smiles, first birthdays, first Communions - fantasy, not memory.
Inconvenient, loud, messy, disobedient as they are
Their lives are so full
Lord, send me the mess.