i am standing at the backdoor watching the sunlight filter between the clouds, my mug warm in my hands. the murmur of the neighborhood emerging slowly in the background providing the soundtrack to my momentary daydream.
i am listening to one of my little pirates constructing something major and solving world issues with legos from the other room, while the other silently composes dreams in his sleep.
i am catching glimpses of colors from the flowers gracing the window sills.
i am noticing the push and pull that august always seems to bring with work about to resume in just a few weeks.
i am feeling grateful that my mom is on the mend in capable hands and thankful to those who stepped in to help out and support.
i am standing here in the doorway...breathing in and breathing out...and simply savoring each and every one.