It will be a good day, when it finally comes along. Maybe a week day, but even better, a Saturday, perhaps. None of us will have worked late the night before, and when M wakes up, we will bring him into bed and lazily cuddle, nurse, doze and eventually rise. We will take our time. Taking time will be important.
James will start the coffee and I will change a diaper. We will eat breakfast. Maybe we will watch the news. After breakfast the boy will nap, or not, and we will all get bathed and dressed and ready. We will go somewhere. Three of us.
Maybe we will go to the park if the weather is good. Maybe we will go to a museum or to visit some artists. Maybe we will see some friends we haven’t seen in quite some time. We will catch up. Perhaps we will eat some lunch and have a beer.
Or maybe we will stay home and play a game. Or tell stories. Talk about life, the world, the future, the present and maybe even the past.
And no one will have to leave for work in a few hours. We will get some projects done, hang curtains or organize papers. But it won’t take all day. We will mostly play. Together. Three of us. All day. Some day.