I am curious to see what the future holds
for a two year old who loves to run around the house
half-naked with his hands in the air yelling,
“Party time. Party time.”
Saturday, February 6, 2010
A sign of things to come.
I inhale and gently blow the dust off the guitar.
I strum my first chord with the band and smile.
I’ve never had so much homework
with deadlines since college.
But unlike college, I’m loving it!
I sit in my chair, basking in the blinding sun
coming in the front window.
I squint to look out and quickly close my eyes again,
trying to ignore just how dirty my windows are.
Tossing the first batch in the garbage,
I bake a second batch of heart sugar cookies
to take to Grandma’s house. Why do I torture myself?
With barely contained excitement,
we place a Valentine in each student’s box,
a grin spread ear to ear on Rylan’s face.
Oh, to be four again.
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