Warm rays beat down onto our little courtyard garden. We were sitting outside enjoying the sunshine. Children playing, birds singing.
My four-year-old skipped over to me and handed me my hat which she had been playing with…
Woke up with headache. Sunday afternoon nap. Pain killers. Daughter made her knees bleed for third time in the last week. Clattering, battering, three-year-old galumphing. 32 degrees of heat. Coffee still a must.
Just finished brushing my three-year-old’s hair before bed.
“You’re so pretty!” I said.
“No I’m not,” she said, wandering off to the bookshelf to choose a bedtime story.
“Why? Why are you not pretty?” I said, a slight ring of surprise in my voice.
My son and I. Time flows and these moments pass us by and they will soon be forever out of reach. Living in the moment is the answer.