Soft waking music wafted on the breeze down the hall to the living room. Warm coffee begged one more sip, before taking its place next to my book on the table. Creeping quietly to their room, my shadow drives Cole back onto his bed, feigning sleep with a smile. Arms push out of the cocoon of warm fuzzy covers, as Logan stretches the sleep out of his chest with a bellow.
What time is it?
The grocery. She'll be back soon.
Tackled from behind, Cole pushes me into the warm crevice created by his brothers waking. We lounge in hugs, watching a deer cross the yard, wet with morning dew. A new day has come, being chased by the sun across the sky.
If I stretch, I am almost as tall as you.
Well, I reach up to here.
Hands reach for shoulders, showing their age. How quickly they grow, wanting to be as big as daddy, still looming large in their eyes. At what age does that stop, having passed into adulthood, looking down the hill of the roller coaster to tomorrow.
Days slip through our fingers in those brief moments, childhood giving way to rebellious adolescents. Before you wipe the sleep from your eyes, you walk down the aisle to a new family. A blink and you are cuddling a baby in your arms, tracing lines with your finger through pudgy cheeks. Lines on the door jam, mark their march through the ages.
For now I think I understand why the days are evil. Maliciously they slide ever more into oblivion, faster and faster the sands pile up at the base of the hourglass. All the more reason to careful how we live, making the most of every opportunity.
Let's go it's time to play, time to live...