It’s not always

 It’s not always the big, exciting perfectly planned days that make me stop in my tracks.

It’s usually the quiet, tiny, ordinary ones.

The sound of my kids’ laughter echoing down the hallway.
The way the sunlight hits their hair while they play outside.
The little “I love you” whispered when they don’t think I’m listening.

It’s when they crawl into my lap without saying a word, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
It’s the messy living room after a day of playing.
It’s the quiet moments before bed when I can hear their slow, steady breathing.

It’s in those moments when nothing is picture perfect, but everything -feels right- that I realize…
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.