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October 15, 2014 § 8 Comments
This morning I woke with fragments of recent days stuck to my smile like sleep clouding my thoughts with remnants of dreams.
The profile of my children’s gaze as they watched theater performers, their brows pinched in thought.
The weight of my daughter’s cheek nestled against my shoulder as we slipped off our dress shoes and curled into a restaurant booth.
My husband and son, their shoulders bent in mischievous conspiracy as they nudged each other in restless silliness.
Red leafs peaking from beneath damp, earth colored foliage like freckles against the sidewalk.
Sparkling bubbles in a wine glass, pirouetting playfully in a tireless ballet of effervescence.
Tiny moments, so brief they could be lost in the space of a blink, clinging to my consciousness and reminding me of this.
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The weight of a cheek is the most beautiful thing, isn’t it, when it belongs to someone you helped to create . . .
I am always tempted to kiss the crown of their head, the act itself weighted with memories of their sweet infant selves nestled in my arms.
creative – this & that – strong post and message!!
Thank you. I was playing around with sweeping beautiful pieces of eclectic moments into a solitary, unassuming word – beginning and ending from a singular point.
I wish for this someday.
It is a worthwhile wish. One you cannot fully imagine until you walk within your dreams.
So much good can happen we we, as Jeffrey Sachs notes, “slow down and let our happiness catch up with us.” 🙂
Love the idea of allowing happiness to catch up. Thank you, Maurice.