Yesterday was a long day, one in a week of long days. Being gone for a long weekend will do that to you.
Isn't it funny how taking time away and relaxing only leads to full days playing catch up that make you forget about the break you just had? Let's not forget about the week leading up to a break and everything you cram in just so you can be ready.
When we were young we had a record player with a little lever that you used to control the speed. Flip it one way and Whitesnake became the Chipmunks. Flip it the other way and the singer seems to fall asleep between syllables.
Breaks feel kinda like that, sometimes.
Heavy, the day rested on my shoulders as the crunch of tires greeted me in the driveway. Slumping across the lawn, I breathed in the first few minutes of stars beginning to twinkle on display against the deepening onyx sky.
Smiles and hugs to be home, the boys already in bed, my dinner spins in circles in the microwave. A quick debrief of the day leaks out like a pin hole in a balloon, deflating me across the couch.
Boom. Boom. Boom. A billowing mass of fuzzy brown blanket bounds down the length of the hall, across the living room and takes a flying leap into my lap, giggling and grabbing, pulling me into a warm embrace. The air is infused with the fragrance of my boy, as I inhale deeply.
Our noses touch in the shadows within, whispers slide across my cheek to my ears...I can't sleep.
Eyes pinched tight, I exhale in a smile...I am glad.
I carry him to bed and lay next to him, listening to his breathing slow with sleep and I can't help but think the record is spinning at just the right speed, right now.