our time here.

Can I stay in this world.

Can I stay here where my legs get at least three, giant hugs before noon.

Where bedtimes are all stories and songs.

No curfews because they're always home safe by my side.

Can I stay here where the shoes are adorably tiny. Where small accomplishments receive the mighty claps and shouts of joy.

The change can't be helped. They'll grow like Alice until their limbs pop out of the doors and windows of our home.

And I'll long for their questions...

"Mom, you're a girl. Do you lay eggs like chickens?"

"Mom, when Jesus comes back will our DVDs stop skipping?"


Oh, how I'll miss the time when their world and mine were one and the same.