Stop, Drop and Blog

The gorgeous blue sky and warm temperatures lured me away from my work this afternoon. I knew it would mean that I’d be working for hours after the boys went to bed, but the sounds of the boys’ laughter floating on the breeze through the screen door pushed me past my breaking point.

I simply had to go outside.

I don’t know what the “#1″ thing was about to day or why they found it so funny, but all three of us got a case of the giggles. Between their laughs and my snorts, not all of the photos I took were clear. But the giggles were clear: clear and pure and the music of a mother’s heart.

Eventually, I had to head back inside and make dinner for the three of us. I could have sat on the edge of the porch until dusk settled on the leaf-filled yard and laughed until my sides hurt. Still, listening to their continued laughter — and occasional argument — while I made pumpkin chili made the fact that I wasn’t outside with them a little bit better. Knowing that they were busy making memories together while throwing in a memory for me as well made me feel as though this really was one of those super special afternoons.

Maybe the boys were on to something. Maybe it was a “#1″ afternoon.