Peaches and Maaaaaaaam

After the storm comes the calm, right? Well, for me it is, after the rain come the harvest. After a heavy rain our patio and backyard were soaked. I went to our backyard to check our small peach tree, which after three years has finally given us some fruit, a great total of eight peaches. In the spirit of celebrating the Fall I decided it was time for that peach tree to sweeten our souls. I wanted to take a bite out of one of those plump, delicious, juicy, sweet peaches. Yum! There is nothing sweeter than savoring the fruits of your labors. The sweetness in my soul lasted all of two bites; the peach disappeared from my hands and ended up in the mouth of each and every other member of this family.
Sunday was one of those days in which diaper changing and drool clean up twisted my stomach more than once. By the late afternoon a pile of plates adorned our sink, breadcrumbs and who knows what else filled our kitchen floor. As I stared at the mess it was as if all of it was crying out in a loud voice: Here we are waiting for you! Luckily, it is on days like this that glimpses and rays of joy come unexpectedly. Gavin, who is already walking fast and furiously (to my great horror) throughout the house at the early age of 10 months; came walking with his arms extended towards me taking short, fast, clumsy steps and with a great smile (typical of him) saying loudly maaaaaaaam. Well my heart melted and a huge smile got stamped on my face. His first word was the energy I needed to re-charge my batteries and to remind me that EVERYTHING (yes, even unpleasant diapers) are worth it and I would not change this life for anything in the world.