Sore Feet, Big Smiles
November 20th, 2010
I worked a crazy-busy five hour shift at Borders today. The holiday rush has officially begun. I staggered home foot-sore, exhausted, and hungry enough to eat a mass market paperback and was greeted by the following tableau:
Josh and Little Bear were snuggled on the couch together, at least one of them asleep. Maybe both.
My parents were sprawled out on the floor with Miss Mouse, supportively clapping along as she sat perched on an upended cardboard box, banging on it with a pair of kitchen spatulas for all she was worth, exclaiming: “I play drums!”
And suddenly I was smiling and scooping up my son and stomping my feet (which were no longer sore) in time to the beat and all was well with the world.