Yesterday I was home with my two sick daughters because my wife had to work (she works part time and does not get sick pay). They both have the flu. In some ways it was a rough day: both the girls were not themselves, I had to wipe and suction noses every few minutes, they didn't eat much, I probably caught their flu and my 8 month old just wouldn't sleep (when she finally did sleep she slept over 2 hours, but it took that long to get her down). In other ways it was a really good day: I spent quality time with both of them, my 4 year old was cuddly, we relaxed most of the day, we watched a movie (a rare event in our house) and it felt nurturing and purposeful to be home taking care of my two sick daughters.
The second best moment of the day was when my wife came home from work. It was a huge sense of relief to have her home to help with the girls. Plus, there's a certain nurturing a mother gives her children that no matter how hard I try, as a dad, I can't provide.
The best moment of the day was just after the 8 month old went to bed for the night and I had just gotten out of the shower and walked into the living room. My wife and 4 year old were cuddling on the couch and reading a book. I laid down on the other couch and just stared at them. It was such a beautiful moment. I thought about taking a picture, but I'm glad I didn't, because the experience would have been lost. I've seen them read and cuddle before, but this was different. It was a holy moment. I felt so fulfilled and thankful to have the family that I have (even when they are sick). Its easy to claim that praying and reading the Bible are holy and spiritual things, but I believe this moment was just as holy and just as spiritual. Perhaps moreso because it wasn't planned or forced...it just happened.
May you never miss a holy moment God has for you.