Intermezzo**

Maybe it was just me, but I thought today was an exceptionally good day. The kind of day that I hope my kids will look back on and think: Yep. Overall, things were good. Don't get me wrong, it was a very normal day. The most exciting part of the day was when I finished folding laundry and realized that all the socks had found a match. Seriously, does that ever happen?

No. But it did today.

Tonight, as Adam put the kids to bed, I sat at the piano playing Brahms. His music is beautiful. It speaks to me more than the other composers, and I was reflecting on the day. After a while, Adam came in and asked if I thought the music might be keeping the kids awake. I said "Yes," then I lied, "No. Why?" He said, "Katelyn is laying in bed with her arms in the air waving with the music." That made me smile and I kept playing for her, and thinking. .  .   .    .

There's one day I look back on as a perfect day from my childhood. I was probably four. We lived in a beautiful house in the woods in a town called "Paradise". My dad was still at work, and my mom was at the stove boiling spaghetti for dinner. I was marching all around her blowing the rhythm to "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"-- no, I think it was "Jingle Bells"-- loudly on my recorder. I was blowing the one same note over and over, but in my head it sounded like I was doing it right. For me, that moment was perfect. My parents held my universe in order.

I felt like I gave that moment to my kids today.

I just hope they noticed.

**Intermezzo means "in the middle", or something like that. Kind of like an intermission. It's also the name of one of the songs I played tonight. My time to reflect felt like an intermission to the day. Also, I like how the picture is random and Kate is taking a bow, like in the theater, which ties into the intermission. (I saw a lot of plays growing up, fyi.) But I felt like that all needed to be explained. Haha!