Oh Mommy- is that my lady bug?
Can you get her for me?
Giddy daughter, five years old
Hopping from one foot to the other
I watered the hanging plants in the back yard
I gently let a lady bug crawl on my finger
Transferred the lady bug to an outstretched mini finger
She grinned from ear-to-ear
Shhh now, don’t scare her
A loud whisper roared, “Oh- I won’t Mommy, I won’t!”
“She likes me Mommy! Look at her go”
Hopping up & down
The lady bug roamed from finger to hand
Hand to elbow
Elbow to shoulder
And back down again
Little Miss stood frozen watching her go
“Oh Mommy- look at her, isn’t she beautiful?”
Yes, yes she is and I was not talking about the lady bug
My deaf Australian shepherd crawled into my lap
Her bright blue eyes mimic the Florida sky
I kissed her soft, fuzzy head
We watched the traveling lady bug
Travel on little fingers next to us
A lady bug kind of day
To reflect about the beauty of the wind,
The sunshine, priorities & what they should be
A lady bug kind of day
To reflect on TODAY
To appreciate, recognize, feel and connect
To those we love & that matter most
Or should
Shhhh… don’t scare your lady bug!
“Oh, I’m not Mommy- look at her go”
Lady bug perched on a freckled little shoulder
Time, goes so fast as we age
One day we’ll wake up to a quiet house
Empty rooms
Lady bugs a faded memory
What does your legacy look like?
What are you fighting for?
Five year old is fast asleep
Upset that she couldn’t bring her lady bug inside
Maybe I should have woken her
To find a few more lady bugs together
That’s what our days should be for
A lady bug kind of day
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