I am sitting at the kitchen table
doing my homework, surrounded by 5 year old Mason who's steadfastly practicing
his letters, U and L to be exact, and 7 year old Eli who is reading Curious George
to himself. Even though
it's mundane, completely unspectacular, it is the stuff my life is made of, and
it makes life good. I am so privileged to be here, in this moment. It will be gone
soon, but I hope not too soon. I can already feel the pain of the Empty Nest,
just speculating on my future. I want to pause life and kiss each child a
thousand times before pressing play again.
Note: I just found this unpublished draft today from 4 years ago. I liked it a decided to post it anyway. Just goes to show you how true the feelings are, because the last four years have gone by in a flash. Mason's 9th birthday is tomorrow.
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