Today was a challenge.
A few weeks ago, I snipped open a bag of bok choy for my stir fry, and found a small bunch of yellow flowers sprouting from one bunch. At dinnertime tonight, my almost two-year old wanted nothing else than for me to wrap him up in a blanket, and sing to him while dancing around in the kitchen with him in my arms. I gladly postponed sitting down to eat for as long as he was happy to dance with me. After a day in which my children required much more patience than I was willing (perhaps able?) to give, this moment was the unexpected cluster of flowers in my dinnertime chaos.