I am grateful for time.
Now that it's summer break, my youngest begged me to come to work with me. He likes getting the attention and one on one time. During the visit, he made some artwork and he got to sleep in his favorite bean bag chair.
The next morning, I came into work and saw his artwork on my table. I glanced over to the bean bag and saw the indentation of his small body, from when he slept on the bean bag. I had the urge to come close to the bean bag and I began to press into the spot where he slept, carefully keeping the indentation intact. I wanted to hold onto this memory. In that moment, I so wanted to hold onto time.
Sometimes I come across an old picture of my kids. It's hard for me to recognize them...that they were that little at one time. It feels like I'm staring at strangers and I'm struggling to place myself in this scene. I'm left wondering, "Where was I?"
There is a famous quote that goes, "The days are long but the years are short."
Time is a blessing, treasure every moment of time.