Monday, January 9, 2012

Weekend Grace

The children spend the weekend throwing up. He mops the floor and I soothe little ones; while we change bed sheets in the midnight dark he shines a flashlight. Together we cover the carpet with beach towels and place empty trashcans next to beds. Together we cycle the endless stream of laundry. Together... this is grace. When all is quiet we fall into bed. Everyone sleeps. This, too, is grace.