Iveyrock

Now. Today.

Life is not when the baby sleeps through the night, when the job changes, when the kids are out of diapers. Not when the weather is cooler, or warmer, or it didn’t rain this morning.

Life doesn’t start when I get more sleep, when I have a bigger yard, better house, older kids. Not when I am wiser, not when I am ready, not when I retire.

 Life doesn’t start when I have everything planned, everything learned, everything perfected.

Life is typing one handed. Taking down-time in a chair, instead of napping on the couch. This amount of tired, this amount of content. Taking this moment, instead of the perfect moment.

Listening to my daughter talk to her dolls, and my son pretending to fish. Watching my daughter wander out, because she ‘needs’ these shoes, and that toy. Helping my son untangle his fishing string, ‘just this once’. Smiling back at my baby, who still isn’t sleeping.

Life is this moment. And the next. This day. And every day.

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