Fragments of the Ordinary

“What’s for dinner?” “Want leftovers?”
“Don’t ask now, I’m doing dishes.”
“Remember to walk the dog now.”
“Where’s pooch? What did he get into?”
“Mom, can I make warm milk for bed?”
“Remember to turn the lights out,
and make sure the door is locked, OK?”
“OK, Mom. Love you. Want a hug?”
“Of course, sweetie. Sleep well.” “You, too.”


2 responses to “Fragments of the Ordinary

  1. Some of the things I miss now that my kids are living on their own,

    • What seems ordinary, so ordinary that we don’t notice it at the time, is what becomes the most extraordinary and treasured when it is no longer there. Little moments rich with so much we just don’t see.

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