someday

Sam came downstairs this morning looking absolutely bewildered and asked me what was wrong with my kids. I just looked at him and he proceeded to explain. He had gone into the playroom this morning to find both boys lying on the floor. They were wrapped up in their comforters, looking at books. No one was running into walls. No one was screaming out nonsense words and laughing hysterically. They weren't dismantling a table. There wasn't a giant pile of toys in the middle of the room being used as monster food. No one was crying or threatening to hit anyone else. They were just lying on the floor, quietly looking at books.
It didn't last. Before too long they had wandered downstairs and were chasing each other around. But for a brief, shining moment I glimpsed a bit of the future. And it was beautiful.

photo from:  phonearena.com