Note to Self

Huntington Beach. 7:39 pm.

Today you are 29 years

and 7 months old.

This morning

you woke up as

the middle spoon between

Paul and Lucas.

You made them breakfast

and the berry salad was delicious

because it's late August

and all berries are delicious.

Last night you were driving in traffic

and became randomly inspired

to have a bonfire.

You came home from work

and asked Paul how spontaneous he was feeling

and he was feeling spontaneous enough.

You got to the beach right after sunset

and there was just enough light

to run to the water

and take one picture

of your almost 3rd grader.

My heart stops.

You made s'mores

with Reeses Peanut Butter Cups

and relaxed by the fire

and it was perfect.

You came home

and everyone went to bed

still smelling of smoke

but that was ok

because you were happy.

You laid down

and read Harry Potter

while Paul fell asleep

wrapped around you.

You just got off of the phone

with James' preschool.

He starts September 10th.

The other day you realized

that his voice sounds like your baby

but his words are of a big boy.

Summer is winding down

and your favorite time of the year

is on its way.

You're 29 and 7 months old

and

you have the life

you've always wanted.