She thinks that everyone wants to pet her dog,
That all dogs want to be friends,
That no dog would ever try to bite her.
It hate that I have to shatter those innocent paradigms.
Pills for motion sickness – check
A cross that they won’t take away – check
Last minute advice – check
A good hug – check
A heart-felt “I love you” – check
Seeing my oldest daughter as a child for the last time - check
Three bees hanging out on the soda fountain, sipping root beer.
A black lab gets tangled up in his own leash.
My daughter is climbing citrus trees with the boys.
The fries were especially tasty today.
My light is red.
I see the pedestrian.
Oncoming vehicles do not.
He enters the cross walk.
The small truck brushes his shopping bag in front of him.
The SUV screams past behind him.
Zero room for error.
Not a scratch.
Please stop talking.
I don't want to work.
I don't want to go home.
I don't want to read...or think.
Everything is too bright, too loud, too...much.
All I can do is wait for it to pass.
I don't have all the answers.
People begin to doubt my choices...again.
After all, mistakes are unacceptable.
So why is it ok for a doctor to say,
"Let's try this."
The parents want to leave.
Their children continue to play.
The parents threaten to abandon them.
My daughter challenges their threat.
They ignore my daughter.
In an effort to increase my desire to post more often, I am going to at least participate in A River of Stones every day for the next 30 days. It's not that I don't have anything to post. I just don't take the time to login and type out the events of the day.
Before I Sleep (Small stone #1*)
Wondering if a gentle kiss tickled by your eyelashes will elicit loving dreams.