Out of the tide of doing
My baby’s cold awakened him and me at 11pm, 4am and 5:15am.
At 5:45am, I whisked us off to Starbucks to buy the bigger boys more sleep time.
Once here, I thought I should buy a newspaper, or maybe just read the news on my phone.
Then, seeing my baby’s joy at chewing on my shirt’s drawstring, I thought I might step out of the tide of doing and just enjoy being. Like him.
my baby’s wonder at windows, and conversation, and seeing new people
a man who stirs sugar into his coffee as if he is conducting a symphony; I can almost hear the music
a lady in a dress my mom would have worn in the 90s
a soldier smiling as he orders his drink
barristas busying themselves over conversation when no one awaits a drink
the sky lightening from deep blue to the milder blue-gray of a cloudy morning in LA
I see, and smile, thinking I should more often step out of the tide of doing and sit in the goodness of getting to be.