It all started innocently enough.
Moved by an evocative poem by Dennis Ference, I shared it here.
A friend liked it. She had just lamented on FaceBook that her son participated in his last grandparent day at school since he’ll be entering middle school in the fall.
My aunt emailed a link to a video she’d watched meditating on the fact that it is the everyday moments that make up life with our children – just minutes before reading my reblog.
That afternoon I watched my children ride their bikes to the neighbors’ house – only four doors down – but far enough that they pedaled out of sight. I fought hard against the pressure building in my chest. I fought against the desire to reel them back in on an invisible thread to my heart.
I watched the birds alight from treetops across the street and glide across the sky.
We will all honor every moment.