weekends

it was a friday night (this past friday night), 8:15 p.m.

i was sitting on the floor in front of the tv with a laundry hamper on one side and a pile of dirty baby and toddler clothes on the other. i was in my pajamas, armed with a bottle of my favorite stain remover. clay walked in and said jokingly, as if someone not in this stage of life asked me, "so, what'd you do on friday night?"

i smiled.

it was then that i realized that i could not be happier

to be doing exactly what i was doing.

really.