Sitting, waiting, I consider my fundamental delight,

Watching my youngest come down the walkway to the my waiting car,

My son putting his towel over my head, telling me I’m goofy, smile I catch on his face

My oldest, full-throated, open mouth laughing at a joke, twinkle in her eye,

These are my delights, the simple things in life right before us, these three kids, my joy.