We put the cookies in the oven
and we wait.
Good things take a while.
Don’t they.
Like Christmas and growing up.
Like wedding days
and having children.
Like heart-dreams coming true.
Like you.
It took a long time.
I had to wait.
My little boy had to grow up
and finally find your Mom.
It took a while
didn’t it
for you to get your dad.
Know what he told me?
“Mom, you’re getting a little girl
at last.”
So much of life is waiting, waiting,
it’s true
like my long ago-dream
of you.
So many books to read
and stories to share
and songs to sing
and places to go
and just to be
you and me.
So we put the cookies in the oven
and oh, we can hardly wait.
lit bits and pieces 
Oh, I love this! Thank you for spreading warmth tonight. ❤️
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Thank you for sharing this. I love that you took a seemingly ordinary but truly special moment to reflect on something so important. That’s what slice of life is all about I guess!
Jan
Laughter and Consistency
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You are the queen of small moment writing, Fran. So much is woven into this piece–longing, and loving, and waiting. I pictured a time-funnel of sorts, all those hopes and dreams and experiences swirling around and coming together for this picture. Here’s to new hopes and dreams!
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That time-funnel is a fascinating image that I’ll have to explore – and exactly captures the sense I had while composing this. Amazing perception, Chris – and many thanks!
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Waiting for dreams to come true is a magical part of life. This is another simple story composed poetically by you, Fran. I’ve read it several times to let my heart reach your heart happiness at the time you wrote this slice. I just got home from a state education conference and am happy to have read this. I am now ready to unpack peacefully.
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Delighted to know the post brought you peace tonight, Carol … the joy I felt while writing is almost too deep for words. Joy for my son, finding a beautiful and talented bride. Joy for their little family, joy over the profound way a three-year-old sees the world – that’s truly magical. Dreams can materialize more beautifully than we can imagine … all the joy springs from a well of gratitude. Thank you!
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