The light outside is fading, it is cold and windy. Inside, the house has been made shiny and clean during our absence this morning. A Matt Redman CD playing. I sit on the settee, one small ginger cat purring quietly into my ear, and a small super-soft grey cat purring more loudly in my lap. Cuddled up beside me is one small child, snuggling in full of love and trust and sleepiness. Opposite me a taller girl singing along to the CD in her own fashion.
And it strikes me, this is perfect. I would not change a single thing. This, right here, right now, is the best place we could possibly be, and the best thing we could possibly be doing.
Life is good.