Having written another chunk of Alanna's story, I am at the kitchen table goofing off on Facebook (Hatchlings = addictive!) and riding herd on Elayna; she's sitting next to me and doing her homework. Having done a comic strip about the Mandate of Heaven in Chinese dynasties, she is designing a swimming pool loosely based on something from Disgaea. We are singing together - s00j's "Mandolin Holy Man" (I ping SJ on Gchat to tell her I am surrounded by her voice; her reply makes me swoon), Wicked, and "Title of the Song". Adam has just come home, and he's ordering Chinese. We will get caught up on Pushing Daisies and Heroes tonight, and perhaps play a round or two of Zombie Fluxx.
I love us.
This is a small calm island in the midst of end-of-year chaos. I grab these moments and hold them close, carry the memory with me through turmoil, til I reach the next one. Stepping stones of serenity.