Maybe Next Time

by Cesca Major

I love the way you love my family and how you’re always there for people. But you can’t shoulder it all. You can’t just checklist the day away. We said we would find time together: once the kids were both at school, once our jobs calmed down, once the house got sorted, but there is always something else sucking our time, so we need to be better at prioritizing time off. Because there is nothing better than those quiet hours together. There is nothing better than the movie afternoons as a family, or bundling the kids into the car for a weekend on some rain-soaked British beach, sand in our toes and mugs of coffee in our hands. And there is absolutely nothing better than us sat opposite each other at a table eating and talking and laughing. Being with you makes me feel completely content.