When I was a child, summer lasted forever. (So did the school year, but that's another story.) As a young mother, nights seemed to go on eternally, complete with crying babies and endless feedings. Later, as the mother of teens, I experienced that same sensation - while wishing that I knew where my crying babies were!
In contrast, work days sped by. Weekends? A blink. Forty-six years of marriage? Where did that go?
Now our children - and some of our grandchildren - are grown. I've been retired for a year. And what I find - finally - is that I savor time. An hour in the garden is a gift. Time to create, through drawing, knitting, writing, enriches my days in ways I never thought possible. I wish for each of you the ability to stop and savor each moment; in your busiest day, may you find those moments of satisfaction and gratitude that feed the soul.
