Do you remember when I sat on your bench, eating the mixture off the wooden spoon and the cookie dough you left in the yellow bowl as our Anzacs baked in the oven?
If only I realised then that they were the very best of times.
That 25 years later I would be sitting on my couch with the weight of the world on my shoulders and wishing I was there.
Wishing I soaked up the simplicity of those perfect moments.
Wishing I could feel your unconditional love.
Wishing I could be as present now as I was then.