The quiet morning is unstirred as I walk around the house, making sure to step where no loose baseboard might find me out. The girls are snuggled in, Tasha and Cocoa too. I’ll try my hand at a strawberry galette while no one is looking. I am having my Sumatra roast coffee and tying up loose ends. Reviewing to-do lists, and checking the kitchen supplies for today’s culinary adventures. Bella turns 12 today. Where did 12 years go? Time slips through the sieve, pouring out, and though in my consciousness I hold each moment precious, still it seems I can’t