I'm home from a full day of driving and shopping and visiting my grandparents with Gray & Ivy. They are asleep in the backseat and there is no way I could interrupt the quiet. I say they need to finish a good nap. That means I need this time for myself. Even if I have to sprawl out on the front seat in a skirt one-finger typing on my iPhone.
The breeze is blowing, there's old Dave Matthews tinny in the speakers, and the sun is shining.
We're in the shade, but I can see the sun from here. In just a couple minutes the older boys will be getting off the bus and my moment will be over.
Today I could reach Gray more than I have since Ivy was born. Probably since he stopped nursing. Anyone that knows Gray is witness to the "about an hour" waiting period it takes to get him to warm up, to come out of his shell. He said this was a great trip we had. He got to see a dog with its head hanging out a window, another one in the driver's side like it was driving a car. These things made him happy. He opened up to me. He is finally, I hope, coming out of the darkness and into the light. As much darkness and light a three year old can experience. And that's more than one might think.
Aimee Mann is on now, and I hear the bus at the corner. Time to wake up. Time to leave the shade. And step into the sun.
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