It’s a soft, gentle, Sunday morning.. Everything feels full of quiet goodness. Like everything is good enough. Like there’s no need to hurry through anything, just soak up the sweetness while the boys still snore in their beds.
And I do need to. Need to soak up the sweetness.
Because time is flying by.
There’s only a few minutes more till the light shifts from magic to mundane.
There’s only a small window left till the occasional tire turns to a steady drone that snuffs out the birdsong.
There’s only a few quick hours till the church bells swell to welcome the congregation.
There are only a few short weeks till summer is over.
There’s only a few short years till the kids are out struggling in this world on their own.
Right now, there is enough. It is enough. Right now.