A Little Bit of Heaven

This morning I was upstairs trying to fold a little laundry and make a path in the guest room (which has been neglected way too long). The kids were downstairs building a fort and playing happily.
I could hear happy noises and kind voices and knew that she was "mom" and he was "dad" and they were going shopping.
The kind of noises and voices that make me smile to myself as I work and maybe if I could whistle, I would have done that too...
And then I realized after a while that it had become quiet down there.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made me jump to my feet and run down to see what was going on.
No one answered my calls, and I saw that the playroom door was shut--hmmm.
I opened the door expecting to find a terrible mess, or something "off limits" being used (like knives or scissors or my make-up).
To my pleasant surprise this was what I found...


My two biggest kids coloring happily together at their table, sharing and helping each other.
A PIECE OF HEAVEN, right here at my house.

Have I mentioned that I'm in love?