A lazy Sunday
Sitting on the couch playing a game on her phone, amber sits to my left. Red Hot hair in a messy bun. PJ's that are too big on her now that she's losing weight.
Curled in a ball to her left, on the floor, lies Sammy. Tired and sleepy from a walk Willie gave him.
Ice packs on my back,to help a spasm from the water ballon filing for Elizabeth's bday. I use my TiVo app to record shows for the week. I am wearing clothes that, at one time, were too tight and now are too loose.
I am playing pandora's young punk radio on my iPhone. Amber and I sing absentmindedly to our old favorites. Songs we will still know all the word to.
I want to remember this moment.
Amber's smaller hands holding a cigarette.
Sammy's suddenly decides that underneath the sofa is more comfy.
When I call for him, he crawls out and bolts to give me licks.
How he twists in a ball an lets me kiss him.
I want to remember how the air felt. The last days of summer are here. There's a lightness in the air that means fall is coming.
I want to remember that moments like these are rare. I want to remember to seek these moments out.