At the end of my long day yesterday, I pulled into my driveway around 5:45 pm and came inside to find my two youngest boys boys playing video games with a good friend. Earlier in the day they and their dad, who was at a directors' meeting for a playhouse he is affiliated with, had climbed to the Y in Provo, and they were enjoying some down time. Hi, Momfriend, said #3. I smiled and put my bag down to greet them before heading into the clean kitchen, which had been shepherded over by my men.
Thankfully I had made much too much chicken and rice over the weekend, so I took it from the oven and put it into the stove to warm while I loaded a few glasses into the dishwasher. Out my back sliding doors I could see the thick green grass a wet Spring had allowed, and the tall trees that we are blessed with here in this almost-seventy year old neighborhood.
It was then, in this little split-second, that I felt it. A warm confirmation ran through me, very physically, letting me know that I am loved by my Heavenly Father. That my life is right and good. And I took a deep breath and stood over the sink for a moment, soaking it in.