When does Time stand still?

The three little ones swing
at the park, giggling.
I take a cue from a friend
and ask each,

“Do you feel happy?”

“Yes!”
“Yes…”
“Ga!” they answer in turn.

“What does it feel like?”

“Good.”
“Windy…”
“Ga ga ga ga ooo”

We rush down the slides
on the way back to the van,
making a train, helping each other –
(just once more!).

And we scoop up our biggest one
from lesson at the violin teacher’s house
before snacks,
fresh diapers,
bathroom breaks,
uniform,
baseball,
dinner,
pjs,
diaper,
bathroom,
stories,
blankets,
bed.

Fifteen minutes at the park
during the thirty minute music lesson
Time had nothing on us.