Every Friday we unite for five minutes. 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 soon.
Soon, I will clean my home and it will stay that way.
Soon, 4pm will not mean chaos and loudness, it will all still be quiet.
Soon, it will be dinner for two only.
Soon, we can watch what we want whenever we want to.
Soon, everything will get small...the grocery list, the laundry, the piles, the messes.
But not now.
Now our lives are loud and messy.
Now our rooms are filled with little and big.
Now our to-do lists are long, extensive really, and feel never-ending.
Now our dinners are filled with compromises and tension over who likes what, who is willing to try what.
Now our world is very much circling two little faces.
But soon, it will be less and less.
Soon, she will have a license, and be driving him around.
Soon, he will want snuggles less and less.
Soon, she will start looking at where to go to university.
Soon, he will start telling us of his plans, which will not include us.
That's how this life goes.
That's how it all goes down.
Our window is so so small, our time feels like a lifetime but it's really so short.
Their lives without us four is so much longer than this time together.
But it feels like a lifetime, doesn't it?
It feels like forever that we are in this together.
But sooner or later, everyone moves on.
We did, and we built this.
They will go and build something too.
So for now, I will breathe you in.
