some days they make the c-section scar worthwhile
it is only 5am. I am conscious but not awake. the wind whistles through the shutters. and my mind wanders from thought to thought. of course, it's always about the kids. and the most simple things. a moment, perfect in every detail, too small, too trivial, too fortuitous to be depicted. sometimes too painful or too miraculous to be shared. but you know how this is. like the fog soon melting away after the sun rises. I know they were. but I forget. the simple things. so I turn on the light. put on my glasses. and I write.
Sean sleeping with a toys catalog tucked under his pillow.
the bathroom door shutting on Will's fingers.
the day Sean let go of his balloon and I wish I were Super Mom.
Sean instinctively sharing his lunch with his brother making sure they both have the exact same number of fries.
Will disposing cereals between his toes.
I sigh with relief. now I will always remember. the simple things.
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