Hold
Go.
I can't remember the last time I did this. Put things on hold. Patiently waited for the next thing to come.
Graduate high school. Graduate college. Get a job? No. Graduate graduate school. Get a job. Get married. Have children. Buy a house. Move. Buy another house. Move.
Pause.
On hold. Time to breathe in the fresh air of giggles and runny noses and silly stories and middle of the night need for snuggles.
Pause. Notice the sun filtering in through the acred trees. The way she holds his hand to make sure he doesn't stumble. His immediate apology when he's wronged her in some way, by means of a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.
Wait. Enjoy the extra few minutes of sweet baby sleep, sipping coffee, smelling the quiet of the morning.
All of our lives are meant to keep moving forward, looking toward the next best thing. But I want to be on hold. I want them to stay right here where I have them, holding them in the palm of my hands, being a part of their every day, every moment.
Stop.
Xoxo,
K.
