The Simple Beauties

Some days I can see it. 

I see a teenage girl with a dark-haired ponytail

rolling her eyes at me as she talks about school, friends, and boys.

I see little boys who have found some never ending source of energy 

chasing each other around the house.

I see the boys teasing their little sister with her sideways grin and missing teeth. 

Teasing because they love her. 

I see a husband who comes home from work and joins in the madness- 

chasing, laughing, and loving.

I see a home that's not perfect and organized, 

but is lived in and loved. 

Some days I can see it.

And those are my favorite days.