We were pushing the limits of time, coming home from a wonderful afternoon together with so much we still wanted to do: giggle more, sing at the top of our lungs, and not stop dancing until our tired feet stopped twitching beneath bedtime covers.
As always, some things we still needed to do: make dinner, practice guitar, and wrap up some schoolwork.
Instead of choosing one over the other, we joined together to do it all. I serenaded her while she practiced music, she kept me laughing while making dinner, and we both kept our toes tapping all night long.
The days pass too quickly into nights, the years have faded into a decade of motherhood for me. I have hundreds of days a year to cherish them and to teach them and yet today, I just want one more.
One more smile, one more laugh.
One more session of folding laundry together while chatting about the mysteries of blooming adolescence.
One more silly song, one more crumpled sheet found with words from a young song writer's heart.
One more struggle that leads to one more prayer.
One more fight that leads to sudden understanding.
Tonight I can no more push the limits of time than I can freeze the moments of here and now. I wonder sometimes at the coming days and years, how things will change. Will they always be for the better or will there be some worst?
The answers will come, in time, in tears, in celebrations.
For now, I have one more picture, one more time capsule of the pieces of my day that will become the pieces of our past.
And for now, it is my present and I cherish the gift.
