Later

Plans exist in the recesses of my mind

A to do list that never makes it to paper

But hands are full and it gets pushed to later

Delayed by messes

And sickness

And errands

Diaper changes and last minute play dates

I guess it will wait until later

Later gets farther and farther away

Crowded out

By needs and wants

And urgency

Pushed to the side by spontaneity and celebration

There is always later

And if I get to the end

And later never comes

I hope I can rest in the fact

That I didn’t live for later

But stayed firmly in the moment in front of me

Living the life I was given

Instead of wishing for a different one