Sunday afternoon

Little baby boy, snuggled close and nursing.

Daddy and big sister in the kitchen. She pretends to sell him cookbooks off of our shelf. He cooks dinner. Playing and doing. Laughing and chatting.

Outside our windows, sunlight fades into evening. Inside, candles flicker softly. Quiet music. Comforting smells of chocolate chip cookie from this afternoon’s baking.

I glance down at baby boy. He pulls away. Smiles. Coos softly. Thanks, Mama.

Sister joins with a book. Cuddles up close and we read. The rhythm of words and phrases lull her into focus. She stares intently on the pictures and rests her head on my shoulder.

My two babies, close and snuggly. All of my favorites, all of my loves, within a six foot radius.

This moment. I breathe it in; all its perfection. This moment I can’t believe how blessed I am. To have these moments with these people. It seems almost too good to be true.

But it is true.

It is Sunday afternoon.