I’m normally a physical concentration of anxiety, fear, and stress just trying to get a million things done. This morning, however, things seem to be snapping into place. Watching my seven months old son drinking his bottle and listening to Elizabeth Mitchell on the iPod, I feel at peace.
It is more than the music causing this tranquility. It is that everything is falling in line. All on my “To Do” List is getting done while still having time to enjoy the company of my child.
Without sounding too pretentious or boasting I want to make the statement that
