Samantha's afternoon nap
The world is still while Samantha is napping . . .
The laundry is clicking in the dryer.
The air conditioner is humming.
The dogs' claws are tapping against the wood in the hallway.
I hold my breath every few minutes and pause, straining to hear whether that little noise was a bird outside or my daughter's first tentative whine.
I have a moment to be a version of myself other than a mommy -- but I also miss her terribly.
The laundry is clicking in the dryer.
The air conditioner is humming.
The dogs' claws are tapping against the wood in the hallway.
I hold my breath every few minutes and pause, straining to hear whether that little noise was a bird outside or my daughter's first tentative whine.
I have a moment to be a version of myself other than a mommy -- but I also miss her terribly.