we made-believe (there were robots-in-waiting)
we made pink cupcakes with glossy white swirls
a mess, those same pinking crumbs making trails across a barely swept floor
we made time to play: mama, wanna play again?
we memoried ourselves into pairs (he won, you know)
we built a castle-fort and wrecked it several times
we burritoed ourselves into the quilt, greens and reds pulled tight and low
we made time to pause: let's sit for a while, ok?
we are in the process of making little men and
mama learns that making is love
mirrors dirt-breathed-into-life kind of love