I watched the fireflies tonight.
Ten of them danced here and there. Gracing my eyes with their delicate presence.
It was wonderous.
I can understand how a child longs and strives to capture one of these tiny creatures in a mason jar. Barefoot and giggling in the cool of an evening, children race here and there hoping to keep one of them forever in the palm of their hands.
The quick bugs flirted shamelessly as I held my daughter in my arms and we rocked. I traced her soft chubby skin with my finger. Marveled in her warm body, heavy with sleep. Kissed her soft head. Counted the dimples on her fingers. Felt her breath on my shoulder. Delighted in her quiet sighs.
It was beautiful.
More beautiful than the flickering fireflies dancing in the early evening.
I don’t want a firefly in a mason jar.
I want my daughters and my son in my arms forever…
Beautiful words. Thanks for sharing:)