"That would be sweet to buy her some flowers"

a brief thought as we breezed by the floral department, me pushing my full sized cart, my shadow close at my heels with her mini size grocery getter. And then I realized I was doing it again . . . acting like there are limitless tomorrows. But there aren't. My children are turning into small adults overnight and my motherly regrets are quickly mounting. So we parked our carts in front of the .89 lb gala apple display and returned to the discount bin overflowing with blooms.

I pulled my oldest out of piano

and began the search for a good guitar teacher.

I left a certificate inside my sons binder

good for an entire evening of board games.

I sat still and looked my child right in the eyes

while he told me all about his oral book report that day.

She chose a dozen hot pink roses.

I chose fewer regrets.

it was a good day,