Oh, Yes... This Is What It Is

Every night, before he heads to bed, the middle child comes in to tell me good night.

He snuggles next to me; sometimes for a brief moment, sometimes for minutes.

He’ll tell me of his day, his fingers interlaced with mine.

Of the three children, he is the one with hands like mine.

It is a strange sensation, our long, slender fingers gripped; holding hands with myself, yet another.

As we whisper and laugh or commiserate, I’m reminded afresh…

“Oh, yes. This is what it is to have my heart walking around outside my body.”