Lazy Sundays fly by me.
Puppy cuddles and a million trips outside to pee.
One foot in front of the other.
Inhale for three, exhale for two.
The buzz of the phone as another text comes in.
Plans, dreams, hopes sent a few words at a time.
Stretch sore muscles and fend off a puppy attack.
Early dinners that are really late lunches.
Curl up on the couch under a hand knit afghan.
Laughter and slow conversation that know there’s all the time in the world.
Slow down and just be.