early morning saturday.
the boy beside me with his little feet barely reaching the edge of the cushion where he sits.
eisley sleeps in from hard play all week.
that sweet man of mine is out camping with friends.
the dryer hums in the background and the house smells like a mixture of marshmallows and fresh brewed coffee.
the floors are dirty. more noticable with the morning light showering in, and the laundry is piled high.
i'm becoming okay with imperfection.
i'm becoming okay with not getting it all done.
i sip my coffee while its hot and breath in Madeleine L'Engle's words of wisdom.
i feel rohen move- another fiesty little girl.
i look forward to three and dream about moments shared.
i soak in this moment, blinking, it's gone.
the floors will be mopped.
the laudry will get done.
but not now.
instead, in this moment, i will praise the slowness.
*linking up with life made lovely
