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