Passing Serenities

I am exquisitely aware of the passage of time.  I pause, mid-blink, and I know it deep as bones -- this night is special, they are perfect, I am blessed.  My hand does not go to my chest for the comfort of my own thumps, because -for this ordinary moment- I witness life through the clear lens of presence and appreciation.  Our bedtime snuggles and stories make us like millions of families across the globe.  While we read I forget to think about how close we might be to the end.

JEB