A lot happens in a year.
In my quiet, Mommy moments, I am stunned, in a sad,
at how much they change, Rohan and Max,
They excite me, wow me, frustrate me to no end,
challenge me, demand of me,
love with no thought to
conditions and with arms full of
forgiveness, when that is warranted.
I sometimes wonder if my parents had time to have these
moments. They worked so many hours and
had many more children.
Are these the luxuries and curses of
the part-time working momma?
I think it is just part of humanity.
Living in the quiet space with our thoughts.
I wish to love more wholly, to breath a little deeper,
to snuggle a little closer,
laugh a little louder,
for there will be another picture next year and
the ones I see now will be gone.