Diva Darling and I had to pass
the time while Pride & Joy was at a birthday party. I didn’t want to drive back home only to turn
around again. Instead Diva and I went to
the grocery store and then sat in the car eating Oreos. Diva was most pleasant, ecstatic to be
allowed to sit in the front seat. I was
most pleasant, not fretting about Oreo crumbs. (I didn’t post about it but in the
3 days prior I already dealt with projectile vomit and 2 canisters of baking
sugars, thankfully not together, all over Diva Darling’s car seat. Oreos seem rather innocuous at this point.)
A calm, ordinary, but joyous
moment with my child. No
resentment. Or wishing I was doing
something else. Or rushing here and
there. Just in a state of being. I’m glad I snapped a picture. I want to remember that there should be
moments like this every day (and there are but I don't appreciate them nearly enough) when I am enjoying the moment, living the moment, not distracted.
