That's what iphoto labeled this set of pictures taken today. Yes, that's what it is. An Untitled Event. A Monday trip to our local pizza shop. Because it was just me and the kids. Because at 5:00, I finally made the kitchen sparkle after ignoring it all day. Because I didn't want to get it dirty again. Because Monday is Kid's Night starting at 5:30. Because a slice of pizza is only $1 and the Balloon Man comes to your table and he knows how to make princesses (one with red and one with brown hair) out of three balloons. Plus, all the root beer you'd ever need to rot those baby teeth right out. You can hardly call it an event at all, really.
Not much that any of us do really deserves it's own title. A few things: Birth, Graduation, Wedding, Death. It's mostly just a string of Mondays and dirty kitchens. What is it all for? Why did Dr. Gooch find me and then sweep me clean off my feet to marry me? Why did we make four perfect children? Why is it all so hard? Why do we go to bed only to find another day has slipped through our fingers breaking into a millions tiny pieces? A little lump of it lodged in our throat, a little in our heart, a tiny amount in the trash, some settling in our stomachs, and more down the drain, bits and pieces piled in prayer, and specks stuck in beads of sweat.
I know the answer to all these questions.
The Whole Picture. Faith, Trust, and certainly not pixie dust (though a little of that helps to get the playroom picked up).
For these Four, that's why. This whole untitled event, my life, will be well spent.