Sure, it is the little things – those sterling moments etched on your heart…leaving the same mark a Sharpie would on your arm that keep us going, remind us what matters, why we are here and how important it is to relish the journey.

But every know and then, those moments shift to the left….like the clouds the small dude is always watching….hoping to recognize the shape of a goat, a baseball field, or an ice cream cone.  And when they shift, you stare into nothing.

And nothing can be great.

There are a handful of ‘nothings‘ or ‘did not’s‘ that defined my weekend.

Cooper did not hit his head again.  Therefore he did not require staples, a trip to the emergency room or the requisite waking every hour over night.

Delaney did not have any type of croup attack – and therefore was not up all night coughing.

I did not have to get up at the moment the sun slithered into my bedroom.

My husband did not wake up to the puppy barking overnight (for the first time since December 25th).

My children did not make their way into our room over night, so I did not wake up to a foot in my kidney. (or in my face)

Delaney did not cry when I removed her earrings for soccer.  And she did not cry at the end of the game because she didn’t score.

So what did we do?  Everything else.

And it was good.