hey, Neil?

What we have is magic.
Magic...
One day, when we are old, tired & still in love...
What will we say - when we look back on these days?
Will we remember the sleep deprivation? The sheer volume generated by a house full of little people? The way we made sure to touch when we passed each other in the kitchen?
Will we look back on these years - the way we now look back on our first years - shaking our heads in wonder, "Did we really do that?"
One day, when we are old, happy and still in love...
i wonder if we'll remember the children that wrote on our walls, climbed between us in our bed, interrupted us in our conversations? Or will the memory of those little ones be eclipsed by our grown children, who continue to fill our lives?
Hey, Neil?
What we have is magic...
i wanna remember sneaking off to capture a second or two in writing...
i wanna remember how much i missed you - while you worked 13 steps away in the garage.
i wanna remember the way Ephraim's arms flailed when i picked him up, and his feet turned to touch soles.
i wanna remember Peyton reading to Charter, Gagey sharing a bagel with Mollen, Cai and Sloan telling me decisively that they don't need my help with school just now...
These years are precious...
Magic, even...
i want to remember them with you.
& when we're old, tired, happy...
& blissfully still in love..
We can pull them out like jewels and admire their beauty.
The flaws and the difficulties - only lending to their uniqueness...
The familar smooth sides - and the rough corners that mark them as *ours*.
We'll remember the ouchie days, but the beautiful years...
Together....
'Cause what we have?
It's magic.