A child's aftermath (after having a ball)

As I sit here, the first two minutes of the day to myself, no husband, no child, just me (oh, and the dogs), I stare at what's on the floor in front of me. My first thought was not, "I must put that away", but rather how much fun my son had just before he went to bed, sifting through the toy box pulling out things he wants to play with.
It's a moment in time where I stopped thinking about housework, or the things on tomorrow's to-do list, and just sat and reflected how happy and content our day has been.