Riding around in the beds of pick up trucks, looking at views like this.
Cuddling brand new kittens.
Trying to nap with little boys that kick you in the kidneys and wiggle like worms.
Holding little girls in my lap.
It is nowhere near my real life. It is nothing like what I do every day. It is so far removed from clients and risk review and management meetings that I cannot even describe it.
It is such a short time that these last of the nieces and nephews will be this age. Emma is the last of the diapers. The next time I am here, Ben will be too old to bath.
I will not be Aunty Smarty next time.
It has been decades since I rode in the back of a pick up truck. 2 years since I last bathed a toddler.
I can do risk reviews every day.
This? This is fleeting, a world that belongs to another person. I’ll fight off the tired and hold on to it for as long as I am able.