{route 1431 - our backyard}
this is today.
the sun was still tucked behind the blanket cloud as we pulled up to school. monday morning molasses at the dropoff line as parents tried to balance coffee mugs & spelling words. beautiful day by u2 blared back and forth off the minivan windows. golf course sprinklers rinsed the car making it feel like an early morning sunshower. end of the month deadlines hang everywhere. i tackle them one at a time - one step forward, two steps back. before i know it i'm heading back up to school to retrieve the boys. no football practice tonight so we enjoy the leisure of doing our homework without playing beat the clock. the windows are open and i hear voices playing tag through the yards. an evening cocktail on the sidewalk unwinds me like a new spool of string. the evening sun shines in and the dust, crumbs and streaks of the day are everywhere but it is ok. this is real life. this is now. i wouldn't trade it for anything. dinner. homework. prayers. the routine at the end of the day grounds me. it pulls me back in as i set the table for breakfast, pack the lunches & make the coffee. it completes my day. it makes me appreciate the little things. the quiet things. the things.
this is today.
this is now.
this is life filled with wonderful quiet little things.
this is today.
the sun was still tucked behind the blanket cloud as we pulled up to school. monday morning molasses at the dropoff line as parents tried to balance coffee mugs & spelling words. beautiful day by u2 blared back and forth off the minivan windows. golf course sprinklers rinsed the car making it feel like an early morning sunshower. end of the month deadlines hang everywhere. i tackle them one at a time - one step forward, two steps back. before i know it i'm heading back up to school to retrieve the boys. no football practice tonight so we enjoy the leisure of doing our homework without playing beat the clock. the windows are open and i hear voices playing tag through the yards. an evening cocktail on the sidewalk unwinds me like a new spool of string. the evening sun shines in and the dust, crumbs and streaks of the day are everywhere but it is ok. this is real life. this is now. i wouldn't trade it for anything. dinner. homework. prayers. the routine at the end of the day grounds me. it pulls me back in as i set the table for breakfast, pack the lunches & make the coffee. it completes my day. it makes me appreciate the little things. the quiet things. the things.
this is today.
this is now.
this is life filled with wonderful quiet little things.