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My daughter measures time in dreams. As we near winter break and Christmas festivities the days seem to pass at an excruciatingly slow pace; refrains of How many sleeps? pepper the waking hours with unbridled eagerness. Anticipation taunts our patience with promises of lazy days unbound by the restrictions of school day routines as we slip into winter coats and begrudgingly go through the motions of our days.

Eyes cast to the calendar I am longing for leisurely mornings of cocoa and coffee, lounging languidly in pajamas. Spontaneous baking and late night movies. Gathering friends near and embarking on journeys unplanned in search of happy distractions. I am eager for the sound of my children’s laughter in the middle of the day and extra hours to enjoy their thoughts. I am ready for the gift of time.

Tagged: Children, Christmas, Time