Very Important words.
I took a minute to sit on my front porch, reading a good book; the best book, really. It lightened my prospect for the day far better than any triple-shot mocha java chiller could have.
I need to do that more often.
My shoes are on and laces tied.
Today's gonna be a good, good day.
You see that expression? That's the one she uses when she pleased with herself.
Today she has good reason.
No training wheels!
Oh, where did the time go?
In between the blue and white dishes that match my mothers? The shelves of albums holding priceless pictures? Reflected in the puddles tracked in by my little boy. Or maybe it's wrapped in the soft pink blanket I rocked this girl in once upon a time? Amongst the folds of the sleeper she wore home from the hospital? Caught in the ribbon tied around a lock of her toddler hair?
I hear the time whispering to me from the dusty corners but no matter how I look I cannot find it.
Every time I get close, it's already long, long gone.
Always going. Always turning.
Spinning, spinning away.
And who is this?
Can it be that another one of my babies is sprouting wings?
Is it possible that his once tiny, wrinkled infant-feet have grown into these chubby, dirty boy-toes? I used to inhale the sweetness of those toes, marveling in the perfection and detail of something so small and wonderfully made. They took my breath away.
They still do.
But it's different.
Now I plug my nose and holler for someone to start the bath water.
Sometimes I just wish it would slow down.
So today, because it will soon be gone, I will be good.
Scratch that last one.