Friday, February 4, 2011

In the moment

rolling pins
floured hands.
cookie dough. (eaten, that is)
valentine hearts.
blankets. snuggled under.
her feet on mine, dancing.
whispered secrets in my ear, of plans for a birthday party still 4 months off.
I can't tell you, but I can tell you it involves meatballs and butterflies.
fireplace alight.
stories told
hearts kindled.

I am savoring this moment, for I know how soon it will pass.

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