Rain

 There are dishes in the sink, piles of laundry on my table, and crumbs on the counter and dog hair litters our floor. But it’s drizzly today and Weldon has decided she wants to try walking. So while she naps I think it’s a good day to lay in bed and read a book. When she wakes up we can play on the floor, make some snacks and practice walking. 

My friends' kids are starting to graduate high school. Zig will be there in just two years. Two. That’s it. So I’ll sit and have a day where I lounge about a bit. And I’ll watch. I won’t think about how fast it’s going. I’ll just try and be here and with them while I can. 

Last night Rob and I were laying in bed and there was a constant borage of taps at the door. 

“Mom, look at my outfit.”

“Dad, what do you think about so and so…”

The kids came in and out asking questions and getting ready for the next day. I watched Rob, who is in the throws of the last week of school as a first year teacher and completely exhausted, give them all he had and more. He laughed and hugged and praised. I watched and thought, these are the little minutes I will remember. I will remember how they needed us. I will remember how sweet and patient Rob is with them. I’ll remember sipping on my tea, the weight of a book in my lap laughing at Charlie strutting around the room showing off her outfit for Chuck Wagon day at school. I’ll remember Zig tackling Rob while he tries to sleep but instead asks his boy about wrestling practice. 

It’s raining today. So I’ll sit still and just watch things grow.