Doing

There are days when every minute is accounted for before you even get out of bed.
Unavoidable sometimes, self inflicted, others.
You work so hard and give so much for those you love, things you feel are important.
But sometimes at the end of that day in doing all those tasks,
you didn't touch much,
you didn't have time to read when they asked,
to just "be" right beside them,
to crawl in bed with him.
Will they know I am loving by the tasks and the doing? or will they think back and wonder where I was?
Unable to remember.....