Friday, February 4, 2011
In the moment
cookie dough. (eaten, that is)
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.
I am savoring this moment, for I know how soon it will pass.