Never enough. Never, ever, enough.

We’re joined at the hip these days, these long hot summer days spent getting ready to move. There’s a rhythm to it: wake up slowly, pack a while, breakfast, play a bit, repeat. Between the hours of about 4 and 6 — right now, as it happens — it gets too close, when she’s got that frantic late-afternoon energy that plays out in spasms and I am too tired to conjure up patience or forbearance. We snap and fuss. Then it’s dinner time and the evening’s routine takes over and flows to bedtime and all is well.

So except for those spiky windows we’re good, so good that I’m fully in the paradox: the more time we spend together, the more time I crave. I truly cannot get enough.

Published in: on August 1, 2011 at 7:29 PM  Comments (1)  

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