She does this every day. Lining her favorite "guys" up on the window sill behind the couch.
Delighting in placing each one just so.
I take it for granted that I'll see her do this tomorrow. And the day after that.
It feels as certain as the sunrise.
But, it isn't.
Life is fragile. Endings come without warning.
There are no guarantees...
But, there is right now.
A moment simple and familiar, yet completely extraordinary.
I breathe it in.
And ache with gratitude.
