Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on fly.
There are moments when I sit and watch and listen to them, like a fly on the wall. Moments when I see them coloring together, or reading to each other, or playing a game. I chuckle at her rules, or smile at how he is starting to assert himself as a person too, with wants and demands. I melt when they hug, or kiss. And my favorite, when they are saying goodnight to one another. He in his messy, "night-night Anna" with a full hand waving, her with kisses being poured onto him and hugs that fill us with love. If I could keep them like this, in this time, in this moment of love, I would. I would give us anything to have them be ours forever.
But, all of our moments with them, they are fleeting, they are slipping away and time is certainly flying.