"a kind of celebration"

Not the day I was envisioning--not even close. Moments of sleeplessness so awful all you can do is laugh about it. But isn't that a kind of celebration, too: to bless the disaster with laughter, to be bored together on an aimless drive so the boys would nap, both of us looking out at the road ahead, wherever it may lead, along for the ride. (And, at the end of the day, there was chocolate cake.)