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.
Spinning 'round.

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.