clarifying peace

Last night our son sat at our breakfast table working on an application to graduate school. His girlfriend sat beside him working on her own things. Jonny, my husband, and I were taking down the Christmas decorations because today is Epiphany. So the twelve nights of Christmas were ending. We were all working and we were all calm and happy. It seems like this is what we had been laboring for for so long. No trauma, no drama, but a peace that clarified what we had been given -- a home, a family, stuff to do, alone, together, happily. We've often been co-laboring in this home, but this night felt different, better, brighter, really hopeful.