Ordinary days

Sometimes I forget to embrace the beauty of ordinary days
catch every smile, play every game and walk into open arms
the smell of my baby's breath..how it feels on my cheek and how sweet it is.
The sacred, fleeting moments
of football games
and girlfriends
homework
rain and puddles and rubber boots
and nicknames
friends who will eat standing up off paper plates
and dreams that only last a day... and joy that they were shared only with you
laughing at the absurdity of the disfunction in your past
feeling strong
and safe
and full...
and wanting nothing...at all
because your cup has runneth over.