Worth Having, Worth Doing

I live for the squished banana in my slipper

And the pumpkin beet humus stain on my white shirt

I live for little hands slapping

Hysterical headbutts

And high F’s over C bursting my eardrum

I would die for the pots and pans

strewn across my kitchen floor

for the millionth time

And finding my toothbrush in the toilet

The hugs and kisses and smiles and laughter

Make my heart feel like there’s no more room

But the banana in my slipper keeps me alive