It’s been a long time since I’ve done this (write a post here) so, you know, please be patient while I get back into the swing of things. This evening I had one of those moments – those ones when you think, I don’t want this to end. We were out to eat at a local place where the food was very good, the service was friendly and efficient, there was live music playing, and I just loved my children so much I started to cry. You ever read the children’s book Frederick, by Leo Lionni? While all the other mice are frantically gathering food for the long, cold, impending winter Frederick gathers colors, words, sunshine which he then doles out to keep the other mice happy when the winter is (as expected) long and cold and the food runs out. That’s what this evening felt like: I was gather moments, memories, feelings for when the children grow up, for days when I adore them less, for times when I am sad or lonely or distracted or frustrated. I will dole them out when I am hungry for them and need them. For now, I will just bask in the glow of a nearly perfect evening. That feeling might, just might, last through bed time.