yesterday i was racing around at lunch trying to get a few things done - buying cotton so that i can start sewing... buying a birthday present for Nicholas to give at a party this weekend... i went to Borders bookstore as they have a fantastic children's section and bought a puzzle and also a book for A. actually they have a fantastic everything section and i tried to tear myself away from browsing as i had to get back to work. i thought that if i had an entire day to myself, and if i didn't have to be home at any particular time, i'd spend the day at Borders browsing. and i'd take my very neglected written journal, sit with a coffee and write. then i'd browse some more, read, have lunch and then maybe buy something. to me, utter decadence would be walking into a bookstore and walking out with a PILE of books!

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years ago i read this quote:

'Come to the edge,' He said.
They said, 'We are afraid.'
Come to the edge,' He said.
They came.
He pushed them... and they flew.

it is quite well known, but i thought about it recently in terms of my children. wondering about that day, when it comes, that they are truly out there, on their own.
then it made me too sad, as i'd rather they be three and six months forever. although the lack of sleep would surely kill me! ;-)