This poem is by no means a reflection of my entire experience of parenting. My husband could give painful witness to just how frustrated I became by my little blessings tonight, scant hours after the golden moment the brought on this inspiration. However, the moments do happen every once in a while, and when they happen they should be celebrated. So, here is my celebration.
To float on damp air,
dancing light on laughter’s song,
popping with a squeal,
blowing bubbles together,
this is the exhale of joy.