Wonder

Something happens to my hopeful heart when I spy him doing normal things.  He creates a great and necessary distraction from the unthinkable.  He allows me to begin to think ahead again.

I notice his signals of awe and I sense my own stirrings of hope.  As much as it feels good to think positively about tomorrow, I don't want today's small moments to become buried in my subconscious, under the relentless wrath of her disease and the hurried pace of his toddlerhood. 
Holding good intentions for the future, I wonder whether we can ensure its betterness by making good now.

JEB