There’s this little park around the bend, where we play at for a while. Down below, there is a field for chasing the birds, and running after Little A. It’s nothing special, but it’s where moments and memories are made; where laughter is heard from miles away and neighbours scoff or smile upon hearing the loud hollers of childhood. Abigail giggles at grass between her toes, Aiden steals my sunglasses and beckons to be captured – saying, chase me! chase me!
Times like these are burned in our hearts forever. It’s a simple life, but a good one. It’s made up of playfulness, smiles, teaching, learning, growing, living, dreaming, tickles, dances, made up songs, cheeky jokes, silliness, love, love, love and then some more. People say, they grow up fast. Time passes. That it does my friends, but I don’t fear the passing of time, but rather hold the present very, very dear.
I don’t fear the passing of time, but rather hold the present very, very dear.
Happy Sunday living!