Moments

It was 9 p.m. on a weeknight. I got home late from teaching. Steve had vegetable pizzas in the oven for dinner. He washed the dishes, I dried and put away (it's our system). We sat in the breakfast nook catching up on the day and making mental checklists for the evening (our dining room table is currently covered in notebooks, paper folders, and stacks of documents - see here).

We lingered in the kitchen after dinner, discussing a very exciting idea for our WCMW special event (read more about that here) and documenting the experience for posterity's sake (shared on the WCMW blog here).

It's moments like this - the ordinary ones - that matter the most sometimes. You know the type of "ordinary" that I'm talking about: Those times when my hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and I'm walking around the kitchen barefoot; when we eat a quick, informal supper instead of a sit-down, classical music-type of meal; when we laugh about the silly ways I combine words when I try to talk in a hurry.

Treasure these moments.