Every once in a while you get a glimpse of your own life from the outside. I snapped this last night as I slipped away at supper time for a quick meeting. Bundled against the snow, through a dirty window, I saw my family. At the table. Wearing tutus, licking tiny fingers and dishing out pasta. From the inside, I would have been too overwhelmed by the whining, the dropping of forks, my own nagging and counting of bites to see how absolutely perfect my very ordinary cluttered life is.
Step back, my friends. Take a breath. It’s all good.