moment keepers
by Ashleigh of Heart and Home
They are the finders of the moments.
The keepers of the treasure.
The ones who capture the prize I'm too busy to find. Too hurried to see.
Tiny eyes that spy faeries sitting atop every tree stump and hear talking bears upon every hill.
Pooh sticks played from the bridge in the yard. Turning quickly into naming stones and the leaves, rescuing them from mean and evil minnows.
They sit for hours in the golden light of afternoon, wooden cars and miniature people, a world of their own. Sounds and voices, hilarious and oh-so-serious in inflection, fill the quiet and tickle my ears.
Running, pell-mell, through a snowy field, they shout of adventures and exploring and finding chipmunks who might need extra acorns.
I run, too, but I run zig-zagged through days filled with sinks and dishes and papers and loads of dark clothes and phone calls and and and...
Mama, they call, urgent and quick and laced with thrill. Mama, come see! Snow bunny prints, for real!
And the world screeches in its halt at the sound of that voice, so small and excited.
Papers can fall to the floor in a cloud and the clothes will be there in an hour and dinner might be a bit late.
Because they are the keepers of the moments. The ones with the treasure.
And so I gather the minutes to my breast and savor the seconds, because they must know, they must learn, they must teach,
how to drop everything and hunt the treasure and spot the X and see the gnomes and find the sparkle
forever.
Blog. Twitter.
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Ashleigh is an amazing woman and strong mama. She holds down her fort of two little boys while her husband serves in the Marines. I always get lost in her words and stories of her visits with her husband. Thanks so much Ashleigh for capturing these special moments only the way you can!
by Ashleigh of Heart and Home
They are the finders of the moments.
The keepers of the treasure.
The ones who capture the prize I'm too busy to find. Too hurried to see.
Tiny eyes that spy faeries sitting atop every tree stump and hear talking bears upon every hill.
Pooh sticks played from the bridge in the yard. Turning quickly into naming stones and the leaves, rescuing them from mean and evil minnows.
They sit for hours in the golden light of afternoon, wooden cars and miniature people, a world of their own. Sounds and voices, hilarious and oh-so-serious in inflection, fill the quiet and tickle my ears.
Running, pell-mell, through a snowy field, they shout of adventures and exploring and finding chipmunks who might need extra acorns.
I run, too, but I run zig-zagged through days filled with sinks and dishes and papers and loads of dark clothes and phone calls and and and...
Mama, they call, urgent and quick and laced with thrill. Mama, come see! Snow bunny prints, for real!
And the world screeches in its halt at the sound of that voice, so small and excited.
Papers can fall to the floor in a cloud and the clothes will be there in an hour and dinner might be a bit late.
Because they are the keepers of the moments. The ones with the treasure.
And so I gather the minutes to my breast and savor the seconds, because they must know, they must learn, they must teach,
how to drop everything and hunt the treasure and spot the X and see the gnomes and find the sparkle
forever.
Blog. Twitter.
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Ashleigh is an amazing woman and strong mama. She holds down her fort of two little boys while her husband serves in the Marines. I always get lost in her words and stories of her visits with her husband. Thanks so much Ashleigh for capturing these special moments only the way you can!
3 comments:
Ashleigh is amazing. And the post and pictures are adorable. Pooh sticks, Where the Wild Things Are...love it.
Ashleigh is a beautiful, strong caring woman. Her writing and her life touches my heart in a very special way. She opens my eyes to see the beautiful little details in life. The gifts from above. The joy in each day. Thank you, Ash!
Lovely!
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