rushing by in slow-motion,
like a memory.
The household busy with comings and goings,
friends arriving, leaving, sharing this taste of summer,
bringing together this collection of moments which we add to our little hoard of gold.
And it is a sweetness that lingers in our mouths like a forgotten keepsake,
a memento that clings effortlessly to the tendrils of yesterday.
Carefully woven into the essence of who these little people will become.
A precious gift of the simplest kind.
Something to fold away tenderly into the leaves of the sum of who they are,
like a perfume or a song that enters the wide-eyed interior of childhood
and quietly entwines and knits and threads all these little fragments together.
And that lingering sweetness will remain,
those precious bonds that found their way to each other at the beginning of being,
will be unbreakable, and unshakeable,
because they cannot be untangled.
And this is the gift we give our children,
This blessing that is the power of friendship.