Cherry Stems

When the baby sleeps a little longer than expected, when there’s a bowl of cherries on my lap, when our favorite show is playing, when we steel kisses in between tossing our stems and seeds onto the same plate… these are the moments I remember the first time we sat on a couch and I couldn’t get my mind off the fact our shoulders were touching. These are the moments I forget we have a mortgage or a thousand other bills to pay. These are the moments I forget about our jobs or the sink full of dishes… And the love I hold in my heart, for the man who gave my son those distinctive eyebrows and dimpled smile, it overflows.

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