Daylight Hours

I love my job. I love the life we have. With all of its complexities and schedules and logistics. I love it. It is just who... and what... and where we are.

I really do. Even at the moments when I don't.

I know. It is right. For us.

But sometimes there are just those moments. The "what if" times.

Sometimes it happens when I see other people and the pictures of their kids.

I find myself sitting there. Okay, sitting there? Who am I kidding? Walking through Target or idling at the bank drive-thru flipping through Facebook on my phone, whatever. I am seeing their photos. And I try to figure out what is different.

And then I see it. It's that moment.

 The moment I sometimes have on sunny Saturday mornings.
When I realize that we aren't very often home in our house in the daylight. That I don't often get to see 10 a.m. light hit my carpet.

 Or my kids' hair.

And putting aside photography skills. That's what I see. Daylight, we're just missing daylight.

But instead? There is no instead.

There is a whole lot of living going on.

Good living. And we just have to remind ourselves...We have a lot of fun, a lot of life, but it's just when you have to use a flash.

Yes. Yes we do.