Confetti
Bits of paper, from an afternoon of furious crafting A growing-too-quickly daughter practicing ballet moves in the kitchen A son who is more mischief than I can keep up with, but charms my socks off A daughter with a will of iron which will someday serve her well The delightful bubbling laugh of another child Pieces from games and puzzles Sand, from someone's shoes Music, from the radio The smell of dinner, bubble bath, and coffee Life-confetti, I call it- when the ordinary is tumbled about in a chaotic and wild fashion, swirling around me in a way that inspires delight and excitement. There is something else as well, a thing I almost hesitate to name, lest it disappear. Something like... Joy. I choose to see this confetti - not as something frightening and overwhelming but as a gift from my Father, to be celebrated and enjoyed. What is your confetti? Sarah