beautiful repetition

Our first week back, we get up, share a little time at breakfast, then into the car. On the walk from the car to school, one holding my hand quietly and one full of conversation and excitement.  Then we go our separate ways. Throughout the day, I still become disoriented when I don't hear or see them around me... until I remember about school.

I keep mental lists all day long, of things to remember to tell each of them. I'm glad for the productivity I have on my own. But, still...

After school I cook, while they do their homework. I set the table for dinner, we play, then reading, and lights out.

Tomorrow we'll get up and repeat some version of it, again.


And I am so thankful for the beautiful repetition.