Living in the present. Something that is so hard to do. For one thing, time never stops moving forward. With never-ending frequency, it keeps ticking along, moving us forward even when we would rather stay stationary just for a moment, long enough to catch our breath and take in the sights, sounds, and aromas around us. Begging for our attention are all the things which need to be fixed, repairs and maintenance. A rusted-out garbage disposal that stopped working a week ago. A dryer with a broken timer that keeps running and running until someone remembers to turn it off.
And then there's my boys. Begging me to be still. To forget about all of it and just roll on the floor with them, giggling until my stomach hurts. My oldest winked at me for the first time yesterday. When did he learn to do that? These are the moments I need to be present for.
Response to 5 Minute Friday writing prompt: Present