I held you too long today.
I had toys to pick up, lunch to eat, dishes to do, and my hair to wash and dry.
But, I held you too long.
The weight of your sleeping body in my arms coupled with the sound of your heavy breathing made it impossible to put you down.
So, I held you too long.
I chased you too long today.
I had laundry to fold and put away, dinner to prepare, and a table to set.
But, I chased you too long.
The sound of your infectious giggle coupled with the indescribably adorable way you run, equally wanting to get away and be caught, made it impossible to stop.
So, I chased you too long.
I read to you too long today.
I had posts to write, photos to take and edit, and messages in need of response.
But, I read to you too long.
The way your sweet voice said, “book” when you handed me a story coupled with the way you sat and snuggled in my lap while I read the same one over and over made it impossible for me to leave.
So, I read to you too long.
My priorities were right today.
The to-do list must be done, but it never really is.
One day you won’t want me to hold you.
One day you won’t want me to chase you.
One day you won’t want me to read to you.
So, the to-do list can wait.
My heart is full today.
Time spent with you is never too long.