All these days seem to be blurring together. Like an old 8mm movie of a past love. I wake up so early, the birds aren't even singing yet. The streets are empty and thick with fog. I occasionally spot a few deer along the tree-line as I drive by. I can sometimes make out their shapes and see them watching me from a distance, delicate and curious and beautiful.
I know I will miss these quiet days filled with little responsibility. The life I live is simple. I make coffee in the mornings and come home in the evening to my loving husband. We are free to create and cook and dream together. I know life will not always be this simple. Soon there will be heavy responsibilities resting on our shoulders. There will be babies to tend to and important deadlines to meet and loved ones to care for in their old age. This time we have now is beyond precious.
I know I will miss these quiet days filled with little responsibility. The life I live is simple. I make coffee in the mornings and come home in the evening to my loving husband. We are free to create and cook and dream together. I know life will not always be this simple. Soon there will be heavy responsibilities resting on our shoulders. There will be babies to tend to and important deadlines to meet and loved ones to care for in their old age. This time we have now is beyond precious.
