Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I'm Thinking About Myself (Yeah, I Know)
To just be there.
To run my bike down the hill and hear her screaming "Nice shoes, Mommy!" from behind.
To have nice shoes.
To see him in front of me, hair going wild beneath the helmet, bike a little big, jeans as well.
To push the swing and share some chocolate when everyone else is eating sliced apples.
To go home before the rain falls and make dinner and do a little homework and draw for a while.
To be there.
To be around.
That's pretty much all I want.
And I wonder.
Why is that?
Who is that?
How did it happen?