If I am not here for the bickering and the battles, I am not here for the hugs and the hallelujahs. If I am not here for the gray hairs and the grown-up worries, I am not here for the giggles and the growth of another inch. If I am not here for the kitchen table sweeping and serving, I am not here for the dinnertime pauses and praises. If I am not here for thermometer checks and teddy bear retrieval, I am not here for blanket tucking and nighttime talks. If I’m not here for the upheavals and the breakdowns, I’m not here for the high hopes and the healing hands. If I am not here for the tears and the trials, I am not here for the birthday candles and backseat singing. And although sometimes I find myself thinking, “It’s hard to be here today,” When it comes right down to it, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. © Rachel Macy Stafford 2013
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 11:15:13 +0000
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