We have an old down comforter someone gave to us years ago when they bought a new one. It's probably about 8 or 9 years old. It's soft and worn and so very cozy. It's also quite old.
It has a small tear that I tied together with a hair tie until I could get to it. It also has a bunch of smaller holes now because the cat loves to play on it and chase the poofs.
The kids were all in my bed the other day. I was so tired because Evangeline had a rough night. I wanted the kids to go play, or go to sleep, or go to college. or something!
then I saw it.
I giant fluffy feather. It was high above Grace and Evie and it was softly falling down. The sun danced over the small wisps of feather edge and it made me smile.
Suddenly those babies couldn't be small long enough. We blew that feather around and caught it and giggled.
I felt like I was right where I wanted to be and I wanted to stop time. I was so overcome with pride and joy for the life I have.
It isn't easy here. Most days it isn't even fun. But we are working on it. Even if it takes a feather in the sun to remind me