blessed beyond measure

the carefree chatter of birds outside the bathroom window before sunrise full bellies the way Trey dances, though I'm a bit curious at who taught him to move his hips that way that Aden wants to marry me flip flops rocking away on the front porch waking to the alarm and realizing the alarm is the first sound I heard since snuggling into bed Trey's crooked-tooth smile my growing stockpile of supplies for home improvement staycation week cooking taking pictures that Aden speaks to inanimate objects and expects them to speak back in a unique voice supplied by his Mama practicing my pretty spectacular British accent while playing Peppa Pig with the boys God's nearly-audible whispers of love singing remembering my childhood the smell of laundry right out of the dryer Aden's blue eyes and monkey lips that neither of my children is capable of sneaking up on me, as they stomp everywhere they go those few moments when the house is actually clean when my Mama ...