Life is Good.

Crazy. Fast. Complicated. But good. Very good.

On any given day, I feel rushed. And stressed and completely overwhelmed and out of my league. I talk about it here on my blog. I talk about it to others. But mostly I worry about it quietly to myself. I worry that I am not doing enough of this or a good enough job of that. I worry that I can’t get it all done and when I do that it won’t be good enough. I worry about events in the past and I worry about the future and I worry and I worry and I worry.

And then all of the sudden, time and the universe collapse into one single, perfect, stock still moment and I realize that life is good and I wouldn’t change a single thing about it. Not a single thing.

Like yesterday when I crawled into bed at 4:32 in the afternoon with a fussy baby Jack and a good book and the two of us hid out under the covers and nursed until he drifted off to a peaceful sleep. Or this morning when Ella asked me to help her take off her “Pah gee jays”, and get her dressed into play clothes, or when she asks what Jack’s “knick-knack name” should be because we call her “Ella Bella” and we call Jay “Jaybird” but we just call Jack, “Jack,” and I think about how wonderful it is that she still mispronounces things. Or when she chased me down the hallway as I was heading to work for a second hug and kiss goodbye. Or when I drop Jay off at school and ask for a hug goodbye and two or three of his classmates wrap their arms around me in response. Or when I wave goodbye to him in the morning after helping get him settled into his kindergarten class and he looks utterly in his element in the classroom. Or when I pull two loaves of fresh homemade bread out of the oven, or when Chris and I play a late night game of cribbage and he beats me by a single point yet again. Or when I am hastily prepping for a community garden meeting and then I realize how lucky I am to be part of the movement that is making urban agriculture a reality. Or when I am frazzled at work and then realize how lucky I am to go to work everyday and feel proud that what I do helps make the world a better place.

I get it. I am lucky. And life is good. (o.k., and a little crazy… but I wouldn’t change a thing.)