The party was in full swing.
All my efforts in the kitchen had come together; looked and tasted great (I say humbly).
As the guests were stilled in creative concentration, I noticed the sweet laughter that broke into the quiet of the room.
I sat while listening to others read. One of the guests, a boy about 3 years old, crawled into my lap. I noticed how good it feels to hold a child and sway back and forth.
Prayer flags for mothers all over the world.
Special thanks to my artistic blog buddies who joined in the fun - Sage, Terri, Jeanne and Luminary.
Going to bed tonight with a full heart,