A moment ago, I was opening my laptop to check my emails with no intention of doing any writing. Then, I heard my 4-year-old daughter belting out an unfamiliar tune (more than likely of her own creation), which made me wistful for a moment.
I began to think.
There will come a day….
…when Caroline will stop believing that no one can hear her sing when she is behind closed doors.
…when we may see more of that closed door than her precious face.
…when my son Will at bedtime may stop pulling me in, initiating a big embrace when I was going for a simple kiss.
…when he will master his speech enough to no longer say, “I wuve you, Mommy.”
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