Today was the first day of school for my boys, the elder's junior year and the younger's seventh grade commencing.
As they're both readying for bed, having called their mother, grandparents, and aunt respectively to relate their individual first days, my elder son emerges from his room while I tend to the laundry.
"I feel content," he announces to me, a smile on his bright, sleepy face. I begin folding shirts, replying, "that's good, contentedness is good." "Yeah, I don't know why," he continues. "I've got things to do, I'm tired from a good day, I've..."
Unintentionally, I interrupt him, submitting that I really needed to hear that right now. "What?", he asks. "That you're content. That's good, that's very good. It makes me feel good." And after the laundry's folded, we embrace.
I'm glad I didn't work tonight, with moments like this.
