It was that kind of day
When Gus woke up two hours early.
When all morning, he was a train wreck; and he cried and cried.
When I walked to the coffee shop and garbage littered the sidewalk.
When I sat down to write and no words came.
When my mind and body fatigued, but we needed groceries.
Or was it?
When Gus crawled into bed in the early morning and we cuddled.
When I heard Josh soothe Gus for a much needed nap with a lullaby.
When I noticed spring buds ready to burst.
When I told myself that it was okay not to have words.
When we all did the chore to the store together.