This is my job. It's what I do.

Here is a glimpse of the magic. I mean, this is not ALL that I do, but it's pretty typical on any given day. Actually, this is a little more chill than usual. A lot of days it's a bit more like a really loud and cranky kind of circus. Those times are nuts.

Untitled from Angie Melton on Vimeo.

Maybe it's boring. I don't know. But I think about things like this as subtly important moments of time that at the end of our lives define us...and the world. Simple. Good.

One of my favorite statements of ALL TIME, from Neal A Maxwell, an apostle of  the LDS church :

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this.

It's nice to think - home can still be good. With all that is happening in the world.