Lately, it’s all a blur.

We come.

We go.

We eat.

We sleep.

We pass by

On our way to this room or that

One with child in tow

The other with baby in arms

I see their faces more in thought than in reality

Too busy

Too rushed

Focused on The Next Thing

The next lunch

The next diaper

The next bath

I was hoping for that snow storm

That would’ve slowed us down

Maybe then I could get a good look at them all