I’ve done it more times than I care to count. Lined up the moments of my life one after the next like so many bowling pins that need only be knocked down. I’ve thrown the ball hard, hoping they would all fall at once. I’ve rushed the children through our day, I’ve walked fast, done a million things all at once if possible so that…what? The alley would be tidy, but the game would be over. The gutters are full of the people I’ve rushed by.

My man is home. And the children have two weeks left of quiet moments and unrestricted freedom. I want to enjoy it deep with them. I want to notice the smallest pieces of beauty. I want to explore and experience and I want to refuse to sit on any sideline. I want to laugh as freely as they do. I want to squeeze every bit of joy from these days. We will read books on the swing whilst watching the setting sun, listen to the wind whistling, wait for the house to cool off in a body of water somewhere. We will not waste these moments or take them…or each other…for granted.

Tell me…how will you look for the blessings and beauty in your day?