Butterfly hugs

I stood at the grill flipping pancakes and rotating waffles in the waffle maker, it was that kind of an evening. Music blared through my buds, right into my ears, with the intention of drowning out the chaos of seven wound up children. The lyrics from my favorite German pop/rock song tossed me onto the breeze of nostalgia and carried me back 16 years to my time in Germany with my Oma. I hardly took notice of the batter seeping from the over filled waffle maker as I remembered the beautiful sights and the tempting smells. I groaned, agitated that I had spent so much time dreaming of a future filled with small children instead of living in the present, never once did those fantasies resemble the evening I currently lived. The word WHY mulled around in my thoughts as I continued my mundane task. All though my body language shouted 'stay back' my sweet Butterfly put her arms around my middle, rested her head against my ribs and looked up at me with the same sweet blue-green eyes I had known and loved for almost 7 years. My heart thawed as my arms returned the hug. Remembering why I desired this life so much and how much I truly did love it, I turned off the music, determined to live in the present and make the most of its sweet gift.