Today's epiphany brought to you by Pandora

When things start to go a little nuts around here in the late afternoon, I often turn on a personalized radio station on Pandora.  Something about having music on makes things more manageable during those most difficult hours of the day as it's coming to a close.

That means that I get to witness stuff like this:


One this particular day a couple of weeks ago, as I watched our two oldest children playing so happily, that is exactly what dawned on me.  It was hardly just me enjoying that moment, it was them.  They were so happy.

It didn't matter to them that they were playing in a room that serves as a living room, office, play room and exercise room all in one.  They didn't even realize it--they have no idea that we live in a small apartment, or drive a small car, or live on a grad student income.  To them, this place is Home.  It's clean, it's warm and they are perfectly happy here.  They want for nothing and anything they do lack doesn't matter to them.

So why should it matter to me?

When that occurred to me, I spent a little while contemplating that question.  I couldn't think of a good reason for it to, so since this happened, it hasn't.  Not one bit.

Everything about our lives works for us and we're happy and I figure that that's the only thing that does matter.

We are so very, very blessed.