The shape of contentment

I promise I'll get back into blogging one of these days, hopefully soon!  But right now I'm sneaking a quick moment with the computer (while Tim and Daniel hunt up galvanized nails for a science project) to write about...pretty much nothing. 

Our evening activities were not newsworthy.  We had a late supper.  Esther busily went back and forth charging her new glow-in-the-dark monster teeth and dragging me into her dark room with her to try them out.  Daniel deconstructed a battery to see what was inside, which led to him and Tim watching educational videos about batteries on the internet and, now, trying to make their own "battery" out of...a potato? spare change?  I'm not sure which version they decided to try, but anyway they are bonding over science.  And Esther, after exhausting the possibilities of her glowing teeth, lay on top of me and "read" a book while I chatted with a friend on the phone.  Now she's peacefully asleep.  So, no calls to the newspaper, but I am loving how we spent the evening being very much ourselves while enjoying each other.  I do believe I love these times better than the lows and highs (yes, even better than the highs!) that feel like they've characterized our life lately.  These non-newsworthy times quickly fade into hazy half-recollection, but they leave a flavor in our lives that I will remember.  It's the flavor of contentment.