Yesterday was the last day of June. In case you didn’t know. Now you do.
It seems that these days go by quicker and quicker, right? Remember when we were younger, the days would drag, at least we thought so. But now, I see the days lingered…I like that word better, don’t you?
If I could remember to tell myself something, it would be to linger.
Linger of the rough mornings, long afternoons and short evenings.
Linger over the half drank coffee, slow morning sunrise and half read Bible verse.
Linger, over the sleeping heads that seek morning hugs, the bright smiles, and wiggling bodies.
Linger over the half filled boxes, dirty dishes, toy strewn floors…
It doesn’t have the nicest definition, poor chap. So maybe I’m using it wrong, but I’m going to keep it. 😉 According to Websters dictionary, linger means –
b : to remain existent although often waning in strength, importance, or influence