My plate is impossibly full. In an effort to manage so many activites, responsibilities, details in my and other's lives around me I find myself forgetful, always scrambling for time to process, time to think deeper about a subject, and time to hold onto the moment. Yet there's none to be had! I wonder if this "fullness of plate" will change. I do feel really ready for lighter fare. And yet, the food is rich and good. I hope I can fully enjoy each bite that I'm able to taste of life at this moment: A daughter graduating with announcements to send out and gown and cap hanging in anticipation, a collection of fantastically shaped and glazed pottery pieces brought home by another daughter from her college pottery class sit with a tiger orchid that my youngest son bought today just because it was SO beautiful, my other son leaning against me and making a point of just hanging out, and my husband saying he loves me, his wife.