I admit, I didn’t set aside enough time for writing today. Tuesday’s are my painting days and between work, running, dinner, and art class, there simply isn’t much time left for much else. As I’m writing this, my eyes are closing and I can feel my brain shutting down neurological pathways in preparation for sleep. So instead I just want to remind myself of a special moment today that I hope stays etched in my brain for the remainder of my years. My two girls, sitting side by side, banging merrily on my grandfather’s old piano that’s now found a place in the home that my grandparents posthumously helped me purchase. As the girls laughed at the slightly off-key notes, I was jolted back to childhood, to a moment where I felt safe and secure and loved. These seem to be fleeting sensations in the world we’re currently living in, but I promise to my children to love them as fiercely as possible.