The gift of children is most ironic.
I am given two precious daughters whom I both held close to my breath upon birth.
I witnessed their first straddle, their indescribable syntax, their insatiable thirst for play.
They'd ride my back as I turn horse.
I was crossfit gym for them to hang.
My old Raleigh was locomotive express around the block.
Laughter and snot were constantly served á la carte.
I made up songs to enliven their treks to boring practice hikes.
I was school bus driver.
I was driving instructor.
Just to name a few ....
then one day the playground is without a noise.
You wish for just one more day of blissful frolic.
