The afternoon sun was filtering in through the living room window. I was gazing through it at a lovely scene: my adorable husband mowing the lawn while my darling daughter played on the swingset, and my rough and tumble son played frizbee with Sadie, our golden retriever. <Insert contented sigh> "I love my life." I thought. And then, in a split second, it was gone.
Lauren yelled at Braden for getting in her way, Braden got hurt trying to hurt his sister, and Jason had to stop mowing to stomp over and yell at the kids to play nicely.
And still I sat...gazing out at the scene, this time thinking: "Well....it was nice while it lasted!" <Insert not-so-contented sigh>