it's blurry like the speed of life

by Amy Turn Sharp



and they run off into the evening of the neighborhood for just one more
walk around the block in pajamas.
My strict early bedtime has been way easy breezy this past month.
My three shirtless boys walking and talking and I am in the house now with my feet up
enjoying the relax of two happy hour beers.

We all met daddy and had happy hour on the porch of a very old place.
Earlier in the day me and the boys sat in front
of our local hardware store for 1.5 hours talking to everyone.
We sat on one of those swing gliders and ate some candy.
Finn and Blaise and Joe all amazed me today.
In quiet moments randomly through the day they struck me with arrows of love and shook me right out of the bullshit that I tend to get stuck on.
It was a lovely day.

It was a day that reminded me of the very sweetness of life.
The moments that we stitch together on a very long string.
The string that we must, I imagine-
twiddle with our thumbs when we are very old.
Looking back
remembering
and glowing
glowing with a mix of peace and that feeling that you get right before you cry:
That small push up of muscles in yr throat that announces feeling.
I felt very deep about this day I had.
Just a normal Wednesday-
but not really.
Have you had these kind of days?