Why I Am Not Online Very Much This Week

I stood in the kitchen and tried to commit to memory the smell of baking bread, the fireplace and bright colours, the kids hurtling their laughing bodies into the unexpected sunshine outdoors and the fact that finally - finally - math is making some sense around here.

It's one of those moments that don't come too often; sandwiched in between tears and tempers and endless hours of hard, hard work. The synapses were firing, the house was peaceful and I took a deep breath.

I'm savouring it. Every morning.

{I have so much more to write about beauty - but this is getting my full attention. And like our learning coach said on Tuesday: What a joy teaching from home can be, when you get to focus on the passion of the moment!}