I came into D's room one morning
And found all three boys
happy as could be
laying on his bed.
They were all calm.
They were all smiling and talking.
I ran to grab my phone
to take a picture
of this perfect moment.
Yeah, "perfect" moments pass really quickly.
Instead I got a perfectly real picture
of two big brothers
showing patience and love
and one little boy
attached
enough to cry when he saw me come in and leave again.
That is a "perfect" moment
in its own way.
A louder moment,
but just as good
if I squint my eyes
and look at it in the right way.
How I look at it
makes all the difference.