The definition of contentment is to wake up to the sound of rain on the roof instead of the buzz of an alarm clock. To take your time in a warm shower and to step out feeling refreshed and then to find a happy, smiling baby is wide awake. The definition of contentment is to know that your other child sleeps soundly and peacefully, even through her brother’s high-pitched squeals of joy.
This morning I take a moment, while my son plays happily, while my daughter drifts through happy dreams, and while the rain pours down outside. In this moment I reflect on how it’s all the little things (the smile of a baby, long curls strewn across a pillow in semi-darkness) which are the ingredients for the purest joy.