Somewhere between an early morning choir with 90+ singing children,
Somewhere between eight, exuberant classes and tweeting recorders,
Somewhere between deadlines and e-mails and details and meetings,
THIS is what I returned home to late tonight:
pieces of a Nutri-Grain bar under the side table
a discarded lei among the poinsettia leaves
bunnies on the bathroom rug
tiles scattered near the toys
a giraffe in my bedroom
and an unfinished cheese stick on the coffee table
Signs that a little one had visited my home.
Signs that between 4 and 6 pm,
I paused long enough to roll a ball on the floor with a child.
Signs that no amount of paperwork could replace the joy
that a little person and some downtime brought me tonight.
Signs that tell me I am blessed.