Is it a tragedy or a blessing to have more memories this year than we can remember?
Some days, I think there is so much joy, my heart is not big enough to hold it all.
“Mom, can I please have a slice of pie?”
“Gussy needs a bath!”
If we are lucky, we remember the joy.
We realize that it’s never over too soon. Soon hasn’t even started yet.
How many more years do I have to ask them birthday questions before they get irritated?
How many more years will I see them for enough hours of the day to know they like eating grapes after school?
Where will my muse be, when these two are gone?
Time is passing, but we are planting seeds. These little dumplings are ours for a long time yet.
Actually, they are ours forever.