Walking the Dogs

Tonight I took the puppies for a walk. It was just getting dark. Tula wanted to ride her scooter. She called out to me at our agreed upon stopping points along the trail. Stop and wait at the bridge. Stop and wait at the hill. Wait til I can see you. "Mom! I can see you...can you see me?" I could barely make out her form. The puppies twisted and tangled my arms, one hand holding a poop bag. A jogger traveled by and smiled at my clumsiness. I keep vacillating between feeling like me life is too much and feeling like it isn't enough. Just now, it feels like just enough. Just now, breathing in cold, wet air, feeling reassured by Tula's voice, tangled up in leashes.