Instead, I try to learn to recognize a slow and delicious moment when I find one.
Like baby toes sleeping soundly in a perfectly quiet house. Or hanging laundry on a breezy day while a wee new babe sleeps soundly on me. And those evening walks to pick piles of wildflowers.
Those are the moments when I take a deep breath and feel an overwhelming wave of thankfulness for the frantic muddy, deliciously crazy life we have.