Once upon a magical Father's Day morning

As I looked out the double french doors at my two oldest children I couldn't help but smile.  It was one of those oh so elusive "maybe I am doing something right" moments.  There they sat on a beautiful Father's day Sunday shucking corn.  They did not argue about the task I had assigned.  They did not grumble or groan.  They sat across from each other smiling and laughing together as they worked.  As I noticed the happenings just outside my window I hesitated to acknowledge what I was actually witnessing for fear that it would vanish just as quickly as it had appeared.  But I couldn't pass up this opportunity to document this occasion.  If only for myself; for in the future I may need a reminder that there was at least one time when I felt like a successful mother.  So camera in hand I snuck towards the doors to snap a few shots.  Then got braver and stepped outside to get a few more.  I feared the spell would break as soon as the door cracked open.  But somehow something truly magical was afoot just outside my door.  They smiled and told me how much fun they were having and asked if there was more corn to be shucked.  Saddened that they had nearly completed the job to it's fullest they quickly perked and returned to last of their duty.  I then reminded them that they needed to pick up the husks that had dropped around the garbage can thinking surly this would cause the murmurings I had so desperately hoped would not return.  Again smiles and compliance.  Then without being asked they brought the bowl of shucked corn inside and took the full sack of corn husks out to the garbage.  Then just for good measure they grabbed the recycling that needed to go out as well. 

Happy Father's Day Ben! This is why we do what we do.