Sunday, January 22, 2012
I find happiness in the little things.
Today was a good day. A day spent with friends playing games and enjoying company, followed by dinner. Games went well, friends headed home, and now it's time for dinner.
So, there I am standing at the stove. The ground beef is almost done browning along with a little bit of onions. Off on my left I have a small bowl filled with half a cup of water, some Worcestershire sauce, brown sugar, a dash of vinegar and some tomato paste. On my right there are two small children eagerly looking at what is in the pot, wondering when dinner will be ready.
I find myself simply happy. This is what I had been missing.
I missed all the beginnings the first time around. Heck, I missed practically everything. But now I have a chance to do it right.
It is the look of expectancy, of excitement. It is the sense of completeness.
This is a family. This is where I am supposed to be.
I am happy. I am home.