There is a pile of washing up to be done and a heap of clothes to be put away. There is our little girl asking to play with us and have a giggle.
Life’s too short – the washing up can wait until tomorrow, the clothes won’t go anywhere either.
Tomorrow Tori will be one day older and might not want to hide under the washing basket.
Tomorrow she might not ask us to play with her like she has today.
Tomorrow can wait. We have today.