Friday, October 9, 2009

new friday night

I hear the RA-ROCK of the swing in perfect rhythm
the low murmur of the television lulls my husband to an early evening nap
looking across the living room my eyes gaze upon my daughters eyes fluttering, arms twitching, and pink blanket swaying as she rests.
squeeeeeeeak and grrrrunt "is she awake?"

the dishes will wait

the laundry will wait

my cell phone will wait

the full diaper pail CANNOT wait
bummer--two seconds too late, i'll capture that random sleeping smile sometime
my heart is full and my social calendar empty
yes, she's still breathing
new friday night, new friday night, new friday night

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