I thought I would have more time.
More time in the morning to snuggle.
More time for the stroller walks.
More time to tickle.
More time to listen to the baby monitor.
More craft time.
More time to read to a toddler.
More fort time.
More toy time.
Alas my children have moved on.
I am left alone in an empty house.
Their spirits flit around me like aged ghosts.
Past memories.
Lunch time.
Mid-morning park time.
Library story time.
TV time.
Dancing time.
Now their time is their own.
And my time is my own.
The moments went by so slow.
A day could take a year.
I fully respected this passing of time,
But just did not realize it would go by so fast.