letters and lattes

What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold windows, playing chasey in ribbons and streams. Life called to me with crossed legs and a pile of Lego. “Play,” it beckoned. And what could I do? But comply, legs crossed and minutes lost as mismatched piles became bikes, helicopters, flying jetpacks. Playdough stuck under my fingernails, jelly on the floor, towers of cushions. Best of all, laughter echoing our halls. 

What did I do on my holiday?
I lingered.
In the moments of a quiet, joyful life.