Six weeks left in the school year.
March, April...both a blur.
Sometimes the way time passes frightens me.
My children growing out of their jeans.
Tall toddlers, becoming preschoolers, becoming school-agers.
I blink and another month has passed.
I need to watch them play. Tonight.
To sit on the floor and look into their eyes.
To hug them and tell them that I love my life.
I really love my life.