28 hours

Hiking in the woods with Widget, following paths where they lead; never once stopping to catch my breath

Taking Little Bear out for a bike (trike) ride as dusk begins to fall and the streetlights turn on

Writing late into the night, comparing policies, reading papers, churning letters into words

Smiling at my husband as we turn off our computers for the night; jobs well done

Inspiring young minds at preschool, them clutching planetary telescopes with chubby fingers

Two hours of skee ball and air hockey at the children’s arcade

Lunch out and Target, laden with summer shovels, buckets, cars, and noodles for the pool

Squirt guns sans water aiming and firing like high pitched blasters, because my kids don’t know guns

Shovels pressing into dirt that doesn’t yet know it should be springtime

Bikes and trikes; soccer balls and peals of laughter filling the air as the daddies and mommies next door come home from work

Playtime with neighbors and petting the poodle who lives down the block

Cuddles and laughter and cheese and cracker snack that I cut myself, with fingers that no longer peel

Cartoons and Daddy and snuggled and time for bath, my little ones

and how different these days are becoming from February, when I often could only write

bed.

Today, there is hope and love and little boy giggles. Thankfulness and praise. and confidence that I can have a good day again tomorrow.

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