I live for naptime. Bedtime.
Heaving a sigh of relief at the click of her closing door.
I aspire to live in our now,
Instead of yearning for my next minute alone.
I'm just not there yet.
So.
I take pictures.
Collect moments.
Look back later. See clearer.
The gift that was the present.
Heaving a sigh of relief at the click of her closing door.
I aspire to live in our now,
Instead of yearning for my next minute alone.
I'm just not there yet.
So.
I take pictures.
Collect moments.
Look back later. See clearer.
The gift that was the present.
1 comment:
None of us is there yet. Glad to be in good company.
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