Ten years. Ten years of wonderful days; discovery and learning. Of falling out, making up, moving on. Of the never to be forgotten, and never to be repeated.
I wish I had more time for fun, to be in the moment with no concerns or stress. Without thinking about what should be, could be, would be.
A long, hard slog. Hot and heavy, stiff and sore. Months of tiredness turning to exhaustion.
It was inevitable that I would choose a prompt that stumped me, It was inevitable that writers block would hit.
Pancakes for breakfast; kids smiling faces. Long lazy morning; no rushing to places. Chatting and laughing; time spent together, This is the start of our perfect day.
I wish, I wish… ‘I grant you three wishes, use them wisely; I grant you three wishes, choose carefully.’
My children, so special, so loved. I see my reflection in each of you. I see my habits, my mannerisms; I see my quirks and expressions. I see my good; and my bad. I see myself reflected by you.