i’m not sure that these moments will ever happen again.
i’m glad that i pushed the pangs of guilt away and carried up a tray of food, turned on pbs, then ate in bed before an afternoon nap with eliza.
almost every day after preschool this was our routine.
now we’re all home together. i imagine we can sneak upstairs with lunch again or add a couple more kids to the ritual, but it won’t be the same.
precious memories flood my soul.