The toys and clothes are put away, the bedspread and blankets back on the bed.
The dishwasher and dryer are humming, the garbage taken out.
The soup is gone, the coffee drunk, the bread dunked.
The kids are stripped and bathed and sleeping.
I sit here with the rest of the coffee, a bit of quiet, work to do, smiling –
that while the boots dry in the sun, I can see them through the muddy window.
We’ll leave the handprints there for a bit, to remind us to be grateful, to smile, to feel warm, at the thought of fun with our friends.